W / Witches Sabbath / The Grip of Depression, Destruction and Death (2nd Version)
Shadows circle my empty chamber walls, As wolves howl under the black moon, ??? And as vacant shadows wonder the halls
I gaze, upon my dagger, I curse my human blood, All of which, essence is vital, Taunted by the cold touch of steel, Blood drips, leaving a crimson...Trail
Only so long, may I exist, Resisting my funeral rights, Kneeling...At the hands of death...Pendulously But to no avail, wading in my grave... ??? I must exist...Only as dust blown...By tyrannical winds... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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