5 acessos
Fall from upon that cross
That noose around your neck binds tightly
Swing from that rope of death
All angel's song is what your mouth sings
Hear the death call, it sings its song for you
Taste the rotten stench, of blood and poisoned fruit
Cry from the pain you feel, it's how it has to be
Death is the only way in which the living see
Ask the dying, it is the only way
Ask the dying, hear what they say
Ask the dying, there is no other way
Ask the dying, don't take the time to pray
Fall from upon that cross
To which your hands are nailed
Swing from that rope of death
Until there is no life left.