Old man with an evil eye That rouses the urge to kill Seven days I gazed upon your slumber You deemed me mad A heartless bastard Only a fool assumes Not induced by greed Not persuaded by hatred Only torment coerces me
I will obliterate him Bury him underground Gone forever, never to be found
The beckoning darkness At the stroke of midnight Overcome by fear Surmounted by my wrath The deed is done His fate is sealed I've no remorse Prisoner of anguish nevermore Now I'm free, the deed is done
Cold, still, pale, no pulse at all Tear them up, boards off the floor No sign at all of struggle anywhere I hear them knock on the door
Black, his hideous heart Beats in the dark The pulse of the dead
Now I decorate him Condemned his soul to hell Gone forever, but still under his spell
Cold, still, pale, no pulse at all Tear them up, boards off the floor No sign at all of struggle anywhere I hear them knock on the doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
