memories garden Let the beauty of mankind remain Blessed are the dead Who won't have to suffer On the day of doom When sorrow steer Blessed are the dead
Übersetzung: Memory Garden. Selig sind die Toten.
Oh, shit Memories fresh within my head, blood is fresh but you are dead Cross into the freak's domain, see your fear, feel your pain The prophesy has
For I long the kiss of...death Looking down on the earth My body lays they cry around I am dead and yet my eyes do cry I am dead and yet my mouth do smile
