I see him on the hill Screams the name of who he kills Eyes made of fire Death he will supply her
It's too late To run He'll get you And leave you hung
He opens your gate You just lye and wait With a whip he removes an eye Now prepare to die
It's too late To run He'll get you And leave you hung
He leaves you lying there Blood drenched matted hair Hideous grin that splits his face Gold was your saving grace
He rises You say your prayers He rises There's no one there He rises You say your prayers He rises But no one caresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
