Cold Hearted - Wandering Soul [ft. Bob Wilson (Mother of Mercy/Beware)] | Текст песни

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• Cold Hearted
• Wandering Soul [ft. Bob Wilson (Mother of Mercy/Beware)]

For 13 years I'm forced to walk these streets
I hear the rustle of dead leaves, a surprising peace
As the sun descends I see a full moon rising
No lantern lit path only spirits to guide me

On this hallowed night my thoughts become perverse
Just a wandering soul imprisoned on this earth

Disguised children run blindly while the dead men feast
Black cats and werewolves gnawing at their feet
Candles extinguished by the October wind
The pumpkins scoff at our immortal sin

As the end of the harvest has come to pass
The barren tree branches become homes for the bats
The summer's fires are down to their coals
Am I the one for whom the funeral bell tolls?

On this hallowed night my thoughts become perverse
Just a wandering soul imprisoned on this earth

The surface calls my name
I surrender to the grave
Bound by the twist of cain
Sent back from where I came