Interpret:

Grave Digger

Album:

Liberty or Death

Wooden walls around my mind 
My soul has left memories behind 
We walk around like ghosts 
Like puppets on a string of despair 


As bells toll - a call for the chosen ones 
Outside the window I see loaded guns 
The caravan of dying flowers, 
moving to the showers 
Moving through doors of steel 


Black flowers in cities of death 
Where sun turns to grey 
And love fades away 


It's the march of the innocent 
It's the march of the innocent 


Prayers don't find 
The right words to help 
Speechless they move through 
Thousands of tears 
Touching the head of a child who cries 
Defending the fear of those who will die 


Through fire we walk no chance to survive 
The army of terror steal our lives 
Now faith is the substance 
Of things we hope for 
We're starting the journey 
To heaven's door 


Black flowers in cities of death 
Where sun turns to grey 
And love fades away 


It's the march of the innocent 
It's the march of the innocent 
It's the march of the innocent 
It's the march of the innocent