Gaze upon the nightwalker Mutating from a frail form It is the onset and the ruin of existence Embodied immortality before our eyes
Can you save our lives Or will you run like the rest of the scum
I'd rather fucking die
Woodlands drown in the calamity The purest souls asphyxiate and forever fade away They feast upon the dying As they march and slay
Can you save our lives Or will you run like the rest of the scum
Will you save the ones you love Or will you run, you fucking scum I'd rather be dead I'd rather be six feet deep Buried beneath the soil Like the rest of human filth Beneath the soil Like the rest of human filth Primis Player Placeholder They cry but you cannot feel them We listen to their pain but we cannot hear them
Can you save our lives Or will you run like the rest of the scum I'd rather be dead Be deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
