Symphony of the dead - Art Of Fighters, Nikkita

All delight in misery

These words are what he said

We’ll dance to darkness' symphony

As we dance to wake the dead

The dead can talk, and the dead may walk

The light in your eyes makes you someone to stalk

If I was any closer I could feel the pulse in your neck

With your nerves a mess, and your head a wreck…

With the voice to pierce the light of the sky

Delivering some sin to a hellish demise

We’ll cover this earth!

We’ll paint it all red!

This is the symphony of the dead!

Wake the dead!

Wake the dead!

All delight in misery

These words are what he said

We’ll dance to darkness' symphony

As we dance to wake the dead

Wake the dead!

Wake the dead!

This is the symphony of the dead!

The symphony of the dead!