losing control Condemned to suffer you'll rest As you follow me into infinity The sweet serenity is broken By the angels weep and there will be Bloodshed
to rip the flesh out Impetuous death, your vision become tinged with blood TERROR FROM THE GRAVES TERROR FROM THE GRAVES They're drooling over your
control Condemned to suffer you'll rest As you follow me into infinity The sweet serenity is broken By the angels weep and there will be Bloodshed -
The undead will walk to rip the flesh out Impetuous death, your vision become tinged with blood TERROR FROM THE GRAVES TERROR FROM THE GRAVES They'
