As everyone is calling And wounded they're crawling The dead shows his nasty smile In mind a plan that's vile
And shovel by shovel I bury your body With frozen hands I keep your soul You stare back from your grave Once you where brave And shovel by shovel I bury your body With frozen hands I keep your soul You stare back from your grave Once you where brave
Millions creatures mourning, howling The tunnel of laments starts sounding Fearing a pitch black sky The dernière of god, you shall die
The Mourning creatures howlingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.