Текст песни Wings of Funeral ("December Moon" Demo 1986) - Morbid
Nightsky, death awaits
I fall to die, wings of funeral
The curse of the old cemetery
That goes on, watch your hold
? Curse of death
Satan've been tortureing my soul
Sorcery. I wish to die
Winds of death, winds of funeral
The curse of the old cemetary
A magic so pure, winds of funeral
? Curse of death
Satan've been eating, tortureing my soul
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