When lonesome stood over me A future shadow He boasted and sang to me Farewell, so long
I’ll awake you From this living sleep We’ll walk the shore Where you were born In bed with me
Pull the white sheet off your face March forward, my son A battle beyond frozen years Only for dogs here
We will rise from the killing floor Like a matador
The stained glass Of bovine eyes Can see right through Every tombstone lie
Let us retrace every step Out of this world With every ditch, every ditch
We will be where you will be no more No more
The stained glass Up the hangman’s ass We served you well Now we’re coming back
Atop the weight Of conscious ghosts We’ll jump the gates And live to rise, we will rise
We will rise from the killing floor Like a matador
Let the dead live May the dead live And the dead live What more can we give? Let the dead live May the dead live And the dead live The dead live…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
