The bells ring, and the sun goes down
Over the tombs who sleep the dismal souls
The smell of rot communied with the mist
Shadows of death move among shrines
Searching for an easy prey
His heart is going hotter
Searching for an easy prey
His strides are drawing closer
He sticks the fangs of a sharp jaw before the claws
Points in the sky
Metamorphosis into hard of death crossing the half
Lights of the night
Dark wings glinding quietly, threatening the
Deadly stillness
He goes back in his half open coffin
Searching for an easy prey
His heart is going hotter
Searchin for an easy prey
His strides are drawing closer
You feel the cold which comes over your blood
Your face is turning to death
You know you will breathe your last
Too lose you'll be scared to death
Scared to death
Death, death, death you will breathe your last
Death, death, death you'll be scared to death
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