Mourir کے بول

I walk through the alley Making my way through the night A dark shattered figure Cries from the loss of the fight He's screaming for mercy But I just pretend to be deaf His blood flows on past me I know he's near to his death (Chorus) Standing behind me, A dark figure waiting to kill He moves in closer My blood, he's waiting to spill My heart beat grows faster His axe gripped hand moves to the sky My life is before me I cry Lord don't want to die (Chorus) But his blood lust grows stronger As he swings with full force His arms met half way Then shows a look of remorse. I take the axe from him Then we meet eye to eye With a crack on his skull It looks like he's the one to die, To die Mourir!