It Will Come - Without Faces | Текст песни

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• It Will Come
• Without Faces

The night is full of noise
Moaning, groaning with one voice
Cries for help, all in vain
In death they all sound the same

Moonshine over soulless bodies
The dead and the living switch places
The dead are without faces
You grow to be what you detested
You try to shut it out but your thought are infested
No difference between right and wrong
You don’t belong here

Another night, another war
Another death, there’s always more

Moonshine over soulless bodies
The dead and the living switch places
The dead are without faces
You grow to be what you detested
You try to shut it out but your thought are infested
No difference between right and wrong
You don’t belong here