The silent scream from far away No one can hear in this wasteland
Church bells are singing their song midnights hour is coming soon A second scream, almost nothing to hear Has gone with the wind in this nights cold air Beeings arise from graves all over the world Below the white snow and beyond the dark land
This day of the year This day they are free Close all doors, close all windows The cursed ones are riding through the lands
Finding a way to fight all of them Without becoming a beast of the night Chaos among us as they all arise
Church bell stopped singing their song No one is left to keep them going on The horde of dead spread over the land Keeping no one alive using their cursed hands
This day of the year This day they are free The boundries to their graves Are opened to get their revengeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
