paroles de chanson Death Makes a Holiday - Crypt

It was such a dark morning on the cusp of the 14th
With one man feeling his last breath, walks to the drop of his own death
He takes one last look at the mob that came to gather
With one woman, the coward who ruled above them all (And they′re shouting)

Death makes a holiday, all the hate all the fear all the pain
Death makes a holiday, twenty thousand came to watch the guilty hang
Death makes a holiday, Death makes a holiday
Do you feel the same? Do you feel the same?

After court proclaims his verdict for his guilty consciousness
They point out who will take the job for his injustice
After removing the screen from the widow's own window
He entered no caution as she wakes so dementing
He starts with grasping and choking, unconscious, not moving
The deed may be done but you′ll be paying by the morning

Hung from the neck
Hung from the motherfucking neck

Death makes a holiday, all the hate all the fear all the pain
Death makes a holiday, twenty thousand came to watch the guilty hang
Death makes a holiday, Death makes a holiday
Do you feel the same? Do you feel the same?

Death makes a holiday