Coming Home (исполнитель: ASP)
At night I lie awake and not a minute longer can I take the voices I can hear chanting of my end creeping near. (Again I feel that urge to arise and follow the dirge oh melody so sweet whenever I"ll find you I may kneel at your feet) Angel, spread your wings how beautiful it sounds when sirens sing. [bad word] [bad word] home to the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles [bad word] home to the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles (I can"t resist the power which spreads throughout the now haunted tower it spreads like a disease now I hear the shadows whisper in the breeze) I can hear them moan in the wind so cold it cuts through flesh and bone now I am prey they [bad word] for me and I will have to pay. Angel, spread your wings how beautful it sounds when sirens sing. [bad word] [bad word] home to the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles [bad word] home to the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles Kein Weg [bad word] Kein Weg hinaus.... (Outside the wind is howling 1386 you can sense something prowling around under your skin it"s crawling forever you"ll be falling) Down no false move I don"t know why I have to reach the roof and [bad word] up the stairs the steps all rotten but I no longer care... [bad word] [bad word] home to the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles [bad word] home to the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles the tiles