Growing low, letting little light in
The eyes that glow, passing on in sin
The smell of rot and teeth that sink in skin
All that's left in the night
Of the living dead
The eyes that lie, looks like gravestones from out here
Hands that waves, tell you not to run in fear
Those that mind, rips in flesh and tears
All that's left in the dawn
Of the dead
Piles of corpses six million deep
Blackened bones, G.I. Joe's numb and asleep
Fuzzy minds, drink your wine and take your time
You're all that's left in the day
Of the dead
Vestjysk Ørken - ...Of the Dead Lyrics
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Growing low, letting little light in
The eyes that glow, passing on in sin
The smell of rot and teeth that sink in skin
All that's left in the night
Of the living dead
The eyes that lie, looks like gravestones from out here
Hands that waves, tell you not to run in fear
Those that mind, rips in flesh and tears
All that's left in the dawn
Of the dead
Piles of corpses six million deep
Blackened bones, G.I. Joe's numb and asleep
Fuzzy minds, drink your wine and take your time
You're all that's left in the day
Of the dead
The eyes that glow, passing on in sin
The smell of rot and teeth that sink in skin
All that's left in the night
Of the living dead
The eyes that lie, looks like gravestones from out here
Hands that waves, tell you not to run in fear
Those that mind, rips in flesh and tears
All that's left in the dawn
Of the dead
Piles of corpses six million deep
Blackened bones, G.I. Joe's numb and asleep
Fuzzy minds, drink your wine and take your time
You're all that's left in the day
Of the dead
Writer: Vestjysk Ørken
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