Born on a graveyard

Grille de la piste #236206

Fournie par snuffles

Lyrics:

© snuffles
In the beginning there was darkness.



I was born but I did see no light,
My destiny: A servant of the night,
I feed on rotting flesh, but dont despise
an occasional bite of

those very much alive

Fresh from the womb, no midwife but a tombstone
All I see is doom, the crypt I call my true home




Born
on a graveyard

Ashes to ashes
And everything is calm