CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : In the Silence of the Grave
Walking on the narrow lane
At the direction of the noise
Rats crossing your feet
Serpent and worms
Awaiting his fatal fall
Slave of the senses
Wobbling undirected
But souls do not die
In the whirlwind of coarse elements
Crossing the threshold of danger
In the silence of the grave
Succ*mbs to temptation first
In the abyss of eternity
At the direction of the noise
Rats crossing your feet
Serpent and worms
Awaiting his fatal fall
Slave of the senses
Wobbling undirected
But souls do not die
In the whirlwind of coarse elements
Crossing the threshold of danger
In the silence of the grave
Succ*mbs to temptation first
In the abyss of eternity
