Besedila: Apriaca. The Philosphers Legacy. Land Of Corpse.

Deep in night
When no moon shines
My cruel soul makes its own line
My dead mind brings me to the grave
I can?t defend
I?m my souls slave

My souls slave
My souls slave

Now I hold her in my hand
I cannot think, can?t understand
My own body is very cold
Now I am young and she is old
My heart runs fast ?cause she is dead

She is dead
She is dead

This is the land of corpse
They feel no remorse
Their bodies are dieing
But their souls are flying
This is the land of fear
As you can see, as you can hear
Their bodies are haunting
And their souls are shouting

Fear the cemetery gates
From dead she will reincarnate
Deep in night the same as I
When no moon shines you?re gonna die
?Till then her eyes are still watching you

Watching you