Under ancient stones
A blood river flows
They rise from the dead
For the ones who pay
For the coffins of led
Oh Satan do say
How much do you take
For a pile of bones
What is the price
For a pound of flesh
What is the toll
For a bucket of blood
Do you charge extra
For a canvas of skins
What is the cost
To indulge all the sins
Oh Satan do tell
What was their bribe
To get out from hell
Was there a tip
To silence the fools
Do angels take bribe
Or you tricked them
Again to repent
For some sins
Self righteous cons
Wake up from the dreams
Oh humans please do see
Their eyes are green
Their banners are black
Their motive is hate
So act before it is too late
Prepare the brave
The zombies
Are back from the grave
Before it is too late
© Copyright: Мень Илья, 2014
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