: [Diamond / Diamond] Heaven? or Hell Heaven? or Hell Where are we now? What is this place? ?Don?t you remember little brother? We died? we?re dead
: Life is never fair...Life is air "Will I ever see his eyes again Will I ever see him again" Where is she now... "Where is he now"...
: [Diamond/ Diamond] ["Outro music" by La Rocque] Same old wall, still hanging tall Same old nail.. through my throat Eighteen years came along And
the living dead Flames are rising, can't you see you're dying The wolves are howlin', a baby's cry in the distance Cold winds blowing in the dead of
, has she returned? My little sister "King beware...something bad is coming Your way... King beware" Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead
Heaven, or Hell Heaven, or Hell Heaven, or Hell Where are we now? What is this place? Don't you remember little brother? We died, we're dead I wonder
by the living dead Flames are rising Can't you see you're dying? The wolves are howlin' A baby's cry in the distance Cold winds blowing In the dead
that you will die and never find your rest I'm telling the truth, oh yes, l am Lafayette the living can't feed the dead Then the dead will come for you
me to this little shop Where I remain Living Dead...I'm feeling like a Living Dead Living Dead...Two blue eyes in an empty head Dead Dead Dead Eighteen
it really be, has she returned? My little sister "King beware something bad is coming Your way King beware" Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead
that you will die, and never find your rest I'm telling the truth...Oh yes I am If the living can't feed the dead, then the dead will come for you Sarah
[Diamond / Diamond] Heaven? or Hell Heaven? or Hell Where are we now? What is this place? ?Don?t you remember little brother? We died? we?re dead? But
Life is never fair...Life is air "Will I ever see his eyes again Will I ever see him again" Where is she now... "Where is he now"...
[Diamond/ Diamond] ["Outro music" by La Rocque] Same old wall, still hanging tall Same old nail.. through my throat Eighteen years came along And this
by the living dead Flames are rising, can't you see you're dying The wolves are howlin', a baby's cry in the distance Cold winds blowing in the dead
be, has she returned? My little sister "King beware...something bad is coming Your way... King beware" Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead
Übersetzung: King Diamond. Living Dead (Outro).
