His host's to fight It's close to mine You blow on the dice The game begins...
They're close to fight The creed, the blame, The clearing flame Telling your scaring fears
I only hide... My soul is not white... Your side should...
You, why do you scare up my soul? A preacher told me the white side should die...
It's killing me It's killing me, it's killing me, it's killin' me... Why do you pray and lie? It's killing me, it's killing me, it's killin' me Why ain't you scared my dear?
Falling through your mind Memories of dying And beatings in your sights What you're fearing Thundering your mind I can feel your pain Thundering your mind What you're fearing It's killin' me... I can never die
Your bloody eyes Keep watching me You roll the dice It's time to kill
A gloomy mist Over the battle field, Jerusalem will soon be free
I hide... My soul is not white... Your side should... It's killing me,
You can hardly Drag yourself, A fortune teller Said you should fight... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
