I sleep... I don't wake In this old house Too many sinister noise I turn around in bed I feel a strange cold
A sad chant away A stone carillon I hear her voice She calls me
I was a night of fifteen years ago The girl was playing in her room and calm Suddenly she heard noises She came down the stairs
He saw his mother on the ground The face full of blood Cuts on her chest and legs
The little dead girl The little dead girl Is waiting for me! She calls me
Close by his father without heads Sitting on the chair A man stared at her with eyes of evil
He climbed the stairs with knife in his hand They run up inside his room She was locked in desperate
He broke down the door Did not help her tears He took her by the hair And slashed the throat
You want to be free She shows me where lives her murderess I know that's a madness But I'll kill for her
Now she is free, her soul is free Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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