Letra de The Cross
With the Dead
The Cross
With the Dead
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With the Dead
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Staring into black skies, funeral mist fills my eyes
Dementia strangles my soul, skulls I love to behold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross
I carry this flesh like a cross, every second takes its toll
With the Dead, I am alive, with you feel so lost and cold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross
Dementia strangles my soul, skulls I love to behold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross
I carry this flesh like a cross, every second takes its toll
With the Dead, I am alive, with you feel so lost and cold
The Cross beckons
The Cross, my cross
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