Interpret:

Mystic Circle

Album:

Open The Gates Of Hell

We are all born to die
In this game called living
The ghost of death raises his claws
And tears apart your energy


The wings of deaths will take your soul
Your body is an empty shell
The wings of death erase your life
You will fly in the night
The wings of death a black bird
The wings of death is your last escort


We are all born to die
Material things have no value
Everyone carries the mark of death
In the abyss of decacy


The wings of deaths will také your soul
Your body is an empty shell
The wings of death erase your life
You will fly in the night
The wings of death a black bird
The wings of death is your last escort


The wings of deaths will také your soul
Your body is an empty shell
The wings of death erase your life
You will fly in the night
The wings of death a black bird
The wings of death is your last escort


The wings of deaths will také your soul
Your body is an empty shell
The wings of death erase your life
You will fly in the night
The wings of death a black bird
The wings of death is your last escort