Testo di Death

::wind, hammering, talking, and machine noises:: (Conversation: So what are you doing here? Nothing really, just looking for a little peace. You have come to the wrong place. No, put that down, no!) Yes I know you are with me Yeah you always creep beside me So shove it you, loser You stupid abuser I don't want you anywhere close to me Knocking on my door at midnight I flee from your agony every night Now up yours, you loser You stupid abuser I don't want you ruining my night I broke the scythe of the grimmest of the grim And I through all of the pain back at him The reaper of lost souls, the farmer of the dead Now has one less worry in his head Souls break loose! Souls break loose! Yes I know you are with me Yeah you always creep beside me So screw you, loser You stupid abuser I don't want you anywhere close to me I broke the scythe of the grimmest of the grim And I through all of the pain back at him The reaper of lost souls, the farmer of the dead Now has one less worry in his head Souls break loose! Souls break loose!