Текст песни MORTUARY - Rites Of Death
MORTUARY - Rites Of Death слова песни
Текст песни MORTUARY - Rites Of Death
Awaiting the callNow you're prepared to dieNow death takes your soulThe mourning rites so foolNo sorrow, no pain, no griefPrepared to face the reality( )No sorrow, no pain, no griefThe mourning is not fatalityUseless rites that finish in your deathNine days the dead is rotThe prayers and masses continuedSquandered days he's not with GodHe's in his tomb he lives in hellHe's not preoccupied for your faithAnd you guard respect for his deathThe meeting is presided by SatanYou want to hear dead's voice and cryDemons answer your question and liveIn your rotten mind by a false faithOriginated in your turbulent infancyIn which you loved an image - passionatelyRites of deah