Sunny sunday afternoon, no clouds in the sky, Flowersbloom on the field, Birds singing nicely No worries, no fear, good things only here Suddenly a man appears, Blood and guts in his hands Waving them up and down, laughing like a maniac Took them from a women with a rusty knife Without any remorse in hissoul Cursed by a demon, really evil The curse is everlasting, no hope of salvation
Dark sunday evening, black clouds covering sky Flowersdead on the field, birds have flewn away Big worries, great fear, bad things happening here Blood and guts in his hands Waving them up and down Waving them up and down and laughing like a maniac All who witnessed the sight got really sick Death and violence has spread to the land Demons plot has worked, they are violent Smiling really happily, Day has come to an end Storm is coming, storm is rising
Hope is gone, life is lost, All hope is gone, all life is lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
