Текст песни Manilla Road - Spirits Of The Dead
Manilla Road - Spirits Of The Dead слова песни
Among the crypts and grey tombstonesThe Spirits did appearWhere life escaped but not the soulsMortally bound in fearTheir voice is like a whisperAppearance brief and feyVisions of holy sinnersNot seen by light of daySpirits Of The DeadHoly FireBurning the brainCrossed with desireReincarnateThey stood before, hereNow laid to restTrapped by their own fearTo make The QuestSpectres climbing through the mistWhere the mourners treadApparitions from the pastEyes now orbs of redThey`re Spirits Of The DeadBorn of The FireI have comeUnto The FireI shall returnKnow well thy soul`s pathDon`t bar it`s wayHell has the last laughFor those who stay