Текст песни Cries From The Crypt

Beyond The Gates Between The Living And Dead Oh Holy Cemetary There stands a crypt Next To Stone Angels And Monoments I walk at night And hear a Cry Rise Of Fear! Death is near Something rises from the grave my soul to enslave slowly Im moving Towards the sound what ungodly beings Are on this sacred ground I stand before the wodden door I feel the saints are with me nomore Rise Of Fear Death Is near something rises from the grave my soul to enslave Entering In Through the cracks of Death Staring At Something That takes my breath Before me a tomb It bears my name My soul crys out and leaves me no more the same Rise Of Fear Death IS Near Something Rises From The Grave My Soul To Enslave