Текст песни Deceased - Shrieks From The Hearse
Deceased - Shrieks From The Hearse слова песни
Mammoth to man morbid to god it`s coming to take them awayComing in sight viewing in fright say goodbye to todayCollecting the living collecting the deadIt matters not what you areThe hearse has arrived so step up insideAnd into a world so bizarreEveryone rides on one denied the hearse has no mercy for youNo one can plead no one can beg nothing is all that you can doCreated by god to take them from-earthAnd to a place their homes built from dirtShrieks from the hearse!! Shrieks from the hearse!!Leaving them waiting for their demise they stand all aloneAnd look to the skies, to the skies!!Brought unto us, gods own dark curse,Why must they die? Shrieks from the hearse...