We take it for granted, ignore the old breed Some tales of „The Others", warn that we'll bleed
Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain, Their moaning sound - with might and main Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight, The reborn nights - their raid begins
Down, on the knees, to the ground, When the pale men... Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men rise!
They will come from the north, a gray mass of feet Bloodlust their reason, murder is their greed Like a silent stampede, an angry, morbid crowd The invincible army, their advance gives no sound
Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain, Their moaning sound - with might and main Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight, The reborn nights - their raid begins
Down, on the knees, to the ground, When the pale men rise Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men rise!
We take it for granted, ignore the old breed Some tales of „The Others", warn that we'll bleed
Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain, Their moaning sound - with might and main Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight, The reborn nights - their raid begins
Down, on the knees, to t he ground, When the pale men rise Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men.... .... on the knees, to the ground, When the pale men ... Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men, dead men, dead men arise!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
