Текст песни Faces of the Wind - Bass Drum Of Death

Around half-five or so
Anywhere i roam they′re sure to go
Anytime i'm off my head i see
Demons all around these eerie streets
I see the faces of the wind
About to rest my head
I can′t close my eyes, i'm seeing red
Every time i scream they follow me
Demons all around these eerie streets