Grave - Haunted текст песни

Season of the undead nears lying waiting
the rite spiritual visions appear to fulfill the prophecy
These walls stained by blood of immortality haunted
through centiries by souls of morality
Laid down to rest in unholy ground ancient creation
man supposed to never appear.
These walls stained by blood of immortality
haunted through centiries by souls of morality
Season of the undead nears lying waiting the rite
spiritual visions appear to fulfill the prophecy
These walls stained by blood of immortality haunted
through centiries by souls of morality