Текст (слова) песни: Deceased - Shrieks From The Hearse
Mammoth to man morbid to god it`s coming to take them away Coming in sight viewing in fright say goodbye to today Collecting the living collecting the dead It matters not what you are The hearse has arraived so step up inside And into a world so bizarre Everyone rides no one denied the hearse has no mercy for you No one can plead no one can beg nothing is all that you can do Created by god to take them from earth And to a place their home built from dirt Shrieks from the hearse!! Shrieks from the hearse!! Leaving them waiting for their demise they stand all alone And look the skies, to the skies!! Brought unto us, god`s own dark curse, Why must the die? Shrieks from the hearse.....
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