Paroles de Song Of The Dead

Come ye with this Song of the dead The lost at sea I am your destiny Come ye with this Call of the lost You'll not wander long In my presence I'll guide you Through the ethereal mist To eternal respite The time has come To leave your rotten shell You must obey when I reap Onward to forever Whatever that may be For the souls I beckon As the harbinger of death You cannot resist me