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Sons of Perdition
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The Shadow of the Undertaker
The shadow of the Undertaker creeps across your floor. Go lock up all your children And paint blood upon your door.
These hills are filled with whispers Of a man all dressed in black And the toll of death's now, He climbs from hell To drag some poor soul back
That ol' bible tells of angels Doing service unto the lord The Undertaker knows no master He drinks from any cup poured.
Just as Banshees wail their warning 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 That someone that same day will die The Undertaker, he states the same I'll be goddamned if he tells a lie
The Undertaker raises no hand, But I'll fear him, just the same… His presence pre-tells both blood and death, Yet he shoulders Not the blame. Like the shadow of the vulture Circlin' blackly overhead, The Undertaker is drawn to death Like a knife is drawn to red
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