Crust - Graveland
текст песни

I feel stillness and the whisper of souls
They restlessly ramble
Damp fresh graves like open wounds
Wait for their new owners
I feel the numb skin of the dead
I am the dead
Broken bones slowly rot
And souls roam like vagabonds
A dead horse is rising
It’s carrying the reaper
His black gown is falling down
Covering cold pale faces
Black hoof marks of evil
Lead to the fathomless abyss
Red eyes are watching
Lips of those who keep silent