The Ghost (исполнитель: Fiend)
[bad word] through the times With the smile in darkest eyes Ghost of pain and fear Is already here Makes the world to sacrifice Spreading hellish wings He will punish us for all our sins The Only smell of death's around And wind's without a sound And the blood will flow down to the ground There's no hope inside The eyes of ghost are full of hate The souls are burning in [bad word] It's useless now to hide To die alone is our fate The ghost whispers the spell Praying for nothing and crying for life Screaming in silence we're diving in lie Damning the future we try to forget All expectations are killed by the sence of regret Dissappearing in the dark Crashing walls of glass Our century's going to pass Wind brings the pieces of glass and the stones Ghost plays his ritual song on the bones Earth feels the God's of [bad word] embrace There is no life here,just awful and cold empty space