Dead Spring کے بول

Blood is blood And youth will never forget the sacrifice To the point of making them immortal Eye per eye, a revenge for their lives My guitar sings blue chords For those who still remain Fighting death in a chess game Feel our fear as our hearts Are getting out from our mouths Blinded and covered my eyes are My breathing gets loud in the dark Stay high though fear takes the lead Pray to the Lord and hold up your heads 'Cause though life won't reach tomorrow They will come: The offspring of the undead First days of May The first carnage It won't end the fight Third day of May A portrait in which Dead will survive The children of the undead...