Endless seems the road Towards the shallow place below And the lifting of the veil...
Mandrake grows below The dripping seed of men on high And the reaper's blessed touch
Through the gateways established within Rise the legions of our kin Judged in life elevated in death By the gallows they are summoned
Souls of hanged men once living in sin Join the legions of our king Doomed to die they are branded by death At the gallows's crossing buried
It's the march of the damned Passing through the gallow's crossing It's the march of the damned The legions of the gallow's crossingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
