Their faces carved out of wood Empty sockets where Your eyes will be Wear it and see through the eyes of death No longer is it You dancing Possessed by death itself Your flesh and bones becomes it's home Forever trapped in the grasp of Dipoko Your re-live the deaths of Your ancestors The torment consumes Your being
The trauma leads You to amnesia The river reflects a stranger No memory left to exorcise
Your soul wonders the night In search of Your corpse Yet with no memory, it wonders aimlessly.
2x chorus: The mask of the dead The mask of the dead The mask of the dead dead dead.
The tree of faces Buried beneath it's roots You are mask death Living in the realms of DipokoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
