[Lyrics by Aldrahn] [Main vocals by Grusom and Aldrahn] I proclaim the victim's fall Now I shudder by the sight of you Crucified by my nails You hunger
When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn And when ought is to befall That ancient line in the pale of moonshine He walks from all to hall His form
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere Body bolted to the gournd Trunk-liquor dries in sores Unsupported on mothers floor Impossible to stand the heat
The man of Ea am I The mand of Dakima am I The messanger of Markuk am I My spell is the spell of Ea My incantation is the incantaion of Marduk The circle
Tłumaczenie: Old Mans Child. Funeral, Swords And Souls.
: [Lyrics by Aldrahn] [Main vocals by Grusom and Aldrahn] I proclaim the victim's fall Now I shudder by the sight of you Crucified by my nails You hunger
Grating gabble of clock Broke the stately silence Points got to nibble the ultimate day Clank of sounding stroke Melted down the calmness My mission
: When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn And when ought is to befall That ancient line in the pale of moonshine He walks from all to hall His form
: Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere Body bolted to the gournd Trunk-liquor dries in sores Unsupported on mothers floor Impossible to stand the
: The man of Ea am I The mand of Dakima am I The messanger of Markuk am I My spell is the spell of Ea My incantation is the incantaion of Marduk The
Grating gabble of clock Broke the stately silence Points got to nibble the ultimate day Clank of sounding stroke Melted down the calmness My mission is
although nobody here really knows where they're goin' At the very same time nobody's lost In the fire went out and the night grew still This old man
lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals
need nada except for Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my G's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral
There's a dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long as
I just got off of work at 5 Drivin' that old van I drive Overalls and dirty boots But Uncle Bill needed a funeral suit So when I walked in that fancy