A cold chill sheds on the skin old friend My father, O father, when will the battles end! Snowflakes fall all around our tread on the ground This is the sound Our trumpets going off right now the battles begun; battles begun! This is the sound Ov trumpets going off right now This is the sound A place of utterness beyond the skyline Clutching your carcass we are frozen to time No man should be here it is off the grid A cold chill sheds on the skin old friend My father, O father, when will the battles end! This is the sound Our trumpets going off right now.. This is the sound The sun is rising from beyond the mountain We are stationed within it's walls As a resting place to save our souls This is the sound This is our tombTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
