标题:Children Of The Cemetery
副标题:1987
标签:总谱
艺人:Chakal
专辑:Abominable Anno Domini
制谱人:The Preacher
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 90
Children... behold macabre vision Your white and cold skin Looks like they're made of wax There's no life anymore They don't mind... Dead children... Eyes fix the unknown Frozen tears... Beyond life-beyond grave They call me again Children-before they get rotten On their little coffins They go slowly to their grave They don't mind... The acid rain corroding my flesh-dead Children... they're all mine Their evil eyes look my terror Their little cold hands take mine But they don't want me to feel scared The cemetery has became a big playground Mother death embrace her children You can hear them playing on the garden They're all dead [Solo: pepeu] I'm telling you the last story Their dreams don't mind anymore While I sleep-I feel their presence At night they call me again I see their eyes watching me through the window Covered by their white shrouds Smiling at me through their dead lips
