Julma piosenki

I heave a heavy sigh And lay myself to die I cry as the leaves Rustle with fright And I realise I am dead As I cry at the sky 

Olen kuollut Kuin neva 

You’ve got to make it so that I will never die Even if the sun is falling from the sky And pass the gates of hell and warriors of death Then hear the screeching cries of Satan’s hallowed breath Even though I know I’ll never die In dismay I sigh My soul...