This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag gallops through space no spurs, no whips and yet his steed pants towards apocalyps nostrils a-snort in epeleptic fit headlong they rush, athwart the infinite with rash and trampling hoof the cavalier, his flashing sword aflame glashes - now here, now there
amongst the nameless slaughtered horde then goes inspecting like some manor-lord the charnel ground, chill and unbound where under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare histories great sepulchered masses lie from the ages near and the ages long gone by
death can on both black and white horses ride across the threshold of infinity he you guide death can step along smiling within the dance and as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no chance death can also beat a drum he drums hard and he drums soft the time has come for you to leave the mortal croft all your dreams he beats into dust die, die, die you must
i svängen lätta i dansens ringar i stigen yra i nöjets lag och myrten blommar och lyran klingar men över tröskeln stiger jag då stannar dansen då sänkas ljuden då vissnar kransen da bleknar bruden...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
