Circle Of Death کے بول

Anytime, anywhere There are things in the air From their graves, to your soul Death, take my hand and let me go Certain night in the winter frost Something disturbed my mind I woke up very scared I realized that I was blind So I saw, I was standing My body was on the floor A cold hand touched my shoulder I turned around and it was death I look around All of their faces They just want to Take me away Told me the death Your grave is the hell And you're dead now There's nothing to tell Surrounded by evil spirits Now I was in hell Agony - take my soul Make me that spell Now I know - I understand The evil has the power After all - I follow death We belong to the dark side!