Besedila: Fleshcrawl. Demons Of The Dead.

Twisted dreams, I can't control
The sickness in my mind, give 'em hell
Let them die, hatred makes me blind
Bodies drop, I must obey, the voices never stop

Demons of the dead
Demons of the dead
Demons of the dead
Demons of the dead

I have seen ways to bleed
I suffer from myself, living on
A dead man's soul
Suffocates my health

Sacrifice, my blood runs cold
I'm dying to be free
The fall of my own sanity
The evil within me

Demons of the dead