3 acessos
We greet you, we see you. manual mixer
we are. the sons of gravel
Come here. you'll see my domain, trampeld
this is why we haunt
cry, weak, we'll never stop
shiver as my theeth grind
Come here. you'll see my domain, trampeld
this is why we haunt
cry, weak, we'll never stop
shiver as my theeth grind
This is a hymn
This is a hymn
Ref: We are the sons of gravel, midnight sky is ours
we are the sons of gravel, Grustaget är vårt!
Free your mind
Free your life
make it right
make it right
Free your mind
Free your life
make it right
make it right
We cry out
Gravel!
Come here. you'll see my domain, trampeld
this is why we haunt
cry, weak, we'll never stop
shiver as my theeth grind
This is a tale of the weak minds of mortals.
Thinking under winter they can hide
but with our corruption of the land, they will die
that is how it always has been,
and so it will stay
because the sons of gravel are on their way.