Songtexte Worms - Fyrce Muons

December waits for no one
Face that day
This world is what we tank
The followers of carrion
The feeders in this plane
The cemeterys name
Hollow is the change
As our cemetery gains
The shrinking of this place
The angry cries of spinning and tumbling in a race

It's called by other names
We follow it we worship only faith
Your faith
We follow it in name
A name we never really face this fate
Our fate
This following of hate
Will see you there too late
Your fate
Face that day