Baal Zebuth - The Cold Of The Funeral Moon Şarkı Sözleri

In a midnight darkness
I see your fresh grave
A cross put on it
Your christian soul goes to hell

You died for this
So as to get there
The cross doesn't help
Into this gloom combination you've got

You feel the cold
The cold of the funeral moon
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