Letra de Voices Of The Dead

When the ancient moon rises And the light of day dies They always come to me Onlyi can hear their cries From lands far beyond Dead and forgotten They call Voices of the dead Shrieking in my head Sleepless night, my given torment No escape, no will to fight Powerless I stand alone No protection from their might From land fat beyond Dead and forgotten They call Voices of the dead Shrieking in my head