Thy kingdom come has come undone On the cross your only son For the hills the peasants run The trap is set, the web is spun
Like moth to a flame I succumb to temptation I take it in vein Decayed... withered away Our golden years Spent tilling our graves
The seven seals, eyes of the dead Under the veil, inside your head The pale horse, the necrophage Red skies, the black plague
Like moth to a flame I succumb to temptation I take it in vein Decayed... withered away Our golden years Spent tilling our graves
Rats and black widows Our house is condemned
Our lives are condemned, Our lives are condemned Our lives are condemned, Our lives are condemned
Like moth to a flame I succumb to temptation I take it in vein Decayed... withered away Our golden years Spent tilling our graves
I hear you screaming my name Our golden years Wasted and profane Atrophied, left to decay
Our lives are condemned, Our lives are condemned Our lives are condemned, Our lives are condemnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
