Paroles de Sorrow Of The Dead

Undead rise from their graves to the sky Hell Dogs howl, and on the fields the survivors cry Undead call, the demons from hell From the purgatory, where evil dwells All Saints and sinners The mask of hate All Winners and Losers Look at your fate A cry without tears A scream you can't hear As skies turn to red Feel the sorrow of the dead Sorrow of the dead The dead scream out loud, about the gods of war Demons of doom, spitting out the gore