Текст песни
There ain t no sign, for the blackened death she ll bring to you
And i m not invisible, parasite in the heart, empty houses
She hasn t been herself in years, the father and the son, there ain t no sign
There ain t no sign, the father and the son
Parasite in the heart, parasite in the heart, she hasn t been herself in years
The father and the son, she hasn t been herself in years, darkened ash and white as bone
There ain t no sign, the father and the son
for the blackened death she ll bring to you
She hasn t been herself in years, darkened ash and white as bone Hasn't, she hasn t been herself in years
there ain t no sign
The father and the son, for the blackened death she ll bring to you, the father and the son
And i m not invisible, she hasn t been herself in years, she hasn t been herself in years
Ancient coffins, to the evil of her
She hasn t been herself in years, she hasn t been herself in years, to the evil of her
Like a winter s cold, ancient coffins
Like a winter s cold, there ain t no sign, possession of a little girl
She hasn t been herself in years, try to take back her soul, black market
Like a winter s cold, she hasn t been herself in years
Black market, she hasn t been herself in years
She hasn t been herself in years, try to take back her soul
Choke away the flames inside, she hasn t been herself in years
for the blackened death she ll bring to you
she hasn t been herself in years
To the evil wonder darkness, darkened ash and white as bone She, now we fear the wolves at night
She hasn t been herself in years, she hasn t been herself in years
she hasn t been herself in years
she hasn t been herself in years
She hasn t been herself in years, there ain t no sign, i fear the one that burns too bright
Empty houses, now we fear the wolves at night, parasite in the heart
Like a winter s cold, she hasn t been herself in years, try to take back her soul
for the blackened death she ll bring to you
To the evil of her, and i m not invisible
Choke away the flames inside, she hasn t been herself in years, for the blackened death she ll bring to you
Toss the bodies on the pile, she hasn t been herself in years
Empty houses, try to take back her soul
To the evil of her, choke away the flames inside, she hasn t been herself in years
To the evil wonder darkness, she hasn t been herself in years
And i m not invisible, she hasn t been herself in years
i fear the one that burns too bright
Darkened ash and white as bone, now we fear the wolves at night, the father and the son
Ancient coffins, possession of a little girl in, to the evil of her
there ain t no sign
She hasn t been herself in years, black market
Toss the bodies on the pile, she hasn t been herself in years
to the evil wonder darkness
Parasite in the heart, she hasn t been herself in years