Текст Dark Moor – Death
Текст:
Careful, human, coming is a stranger
Hooded, swinging a broad scythe of danger!
Choir:
I have no name
And I have no time
Brings out my game
A new paradigm
I am the veil
In the cold night
I’m of a pale
Ill bright…
Brings out my game
A new paradigm
I am the veil
In the cold night
I’m of a pale
Ill bright…
Bridge:
Impaling new orders
Pushing beyond the borders
Transforming and turning
The end into a new reborn
Chorus:
Death!
I am death!
Prank of god, paradox
Rage and doom walk with you
Made of dust, crazy dance
End of childhood
Life reverse, grave nonsense
Hungry grave with a great
Harvest of madness
Choir
Bridge
Chorus
Death!
I am death!
Thirteen!
I’m no name!
Thirteen!
I’m no name!
Choir
Chorus
