prussia white - Talanas

When the hour is struck the dead will rise They'll dig up from below they'll feed tonight Terror through the streets hunting for the weak They shall reign supre

Die on this day. Last breath to curse these skies. No one to hear you. I feel you struggle to survive. The pulse is faintly there. You're barely alive. Undeniab

I feel the ground before my feet it's wretched dirt The wind encased with every dying breath of blood thirst I've touched the hand of god and crushed in his f**