Manilla Road - Spirits of the dead

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Among the crypts and grey tombstones
The Spirits did appear
Where life escaped but not the souls
Mortally bound in fear

Their voice is like a whisper
Appearance brief and fey
Visions of holy sinners
Not seen by light of day
Spirits Of The Dead

Holy Fire
Burning the brain
Crossed with desire
Reincarnate
They stood before, here
Now laid to rest
Trapped by their own fear
To make The Quest

[CHORUS]

Spectres climbing through the mist
Where the mourners tread
Apparitions from the past
Eyes now orbs of red
They re Spirits Of The Dead

Born of The Fire
I have come
Unto The Fire
I shall return
Know well thy soul s path
Don t bar it s way
Hell has the last laugh
For those who stay

[CHORUS]

Inne utwory

  • Black cauldron
  • Whitechapel
  • The ninth wave
  • Mystification
  • War of the gods
  • The prophecy
  • Dragon star
  • Dreams of eschaton
  • Open the gates
  • Divine victim
  • Friction in mass
  • Dementia
  • From beyond
  • Shadow
  • Prologue
  • Children of the night
  • Megalodon
  • The riddle master
  • Losowe utwory

    Princess Olivia

    I never was one for talk
    I keep things to myself
    Let everyone ramble on
    When people get to reminiscing
    I ll always be the one to listen
    But now I need to find those missing words.
    I love Princess Olivia
    Can t speak, I slip into trivia.
    To know...

    Cosmic retribution

    Behold the apocalypse
    The end is closing in
    Did you ever really doubt
    That we would pay for our sins...

    [Chorus:]
    The heavens will burn
    No one can save us now
    Everything we once loved
    Shall perish in flames...

    Young blood

    I saw her standin on the corner
    A yellow ribbon in her hair
    I couldn t keep myself from shoutin
    Look-a there...

    Youngblood, yeah youngblood
    (Oh, youngblood)
    I can t get you out of my mind

    I took one look and I was fractured
    I tried to walk but I was lame
    I tried to talk but...

    Save me

    [rap]
    It was once upon a time not long ago
    Lived a little black boy in the middle of the ghetto
    Pretty good kid but he always found trouble
    Inner city life it ain t hard to find trouble
    No income in the home you find struggle
    2 years struggling...

    Yo quisera

    Soy tu mejor amigo
    Compañero de lágrimas
    Y amores perdidos

    Te recargas en mi hombro
    Tu llanto no cesa
    Yo solo te acaricio

    Y me dices porque la vida es tan cruel
    Con tus setimientos
    Yo solo te abrazo
    Y te consuelo

    Me pides mi consejos
    Para protejerte
    De tu próximo encuentro
    Sabes que te cuido

    Lo que no sabes
    Es que yo quisera ser
    Ese...