Blüdwülf - Childern Shouldn't Play With Dead Things | Текст песни

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Skies turn black
Hear the crows call
Prayers for the dead
When this world will fall

As the skies turn black!!

As a small child
In the leaves I lay
Wishing I had my friends to play
Voices called in the night
To tame the fear and tame the fright
As a child we laughed and wept
Then I'd lay my head and slept
Come in child, take my hand
I'll lead you to the promised land

Children shouldn't play with dead things (x2)

In the days of October
We'd chant sacred phrases
Wind and the moon
Shift through its phases
Down this dark and dirty road
To the dead the monuments rose
Creatures unstill
Wanting to kill
Never in life got their fill
Come on child, take my hand
I'll lead you to the promised land

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