CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : (This Night Belongs) To the Dead
Paranormal actions in the dead of the night
Frequency dip, shadows, a flickering light
When the clock strikes twelve and the foghorns asound
The horizon's caoted in a misty shround
Don't you see the signs?
Tonight the town's painted red
Don't you see the signs?
This night belongs to the dead
Red eyes are gleaming, black rags are drenched
Rising from darkness, they crave to avenge
Hooks scrape on the front doors, marking their way
Six come to slaughter and six have to pay
Fog floats the chapel to retrieve what's been lost
They are here for the priest and the settlor's cross
Frequency dip, shadows, a flickering light
When the clock strikes twelve and the foghorns asound
The horizon's caoted in a misty shround
Don't you see the signs?
Tonight the town's painted red
Don't you see the signs?
This night belongs to the dead
Red eyes are gleaming, black rags are drenched
Rising from darkness, they crave to avenge
Hooks scrape on the front doors, marking their way
Six come to slaughter and six have to pay
Fog floats the chapel to retrieve what's been lost
They are here for the priest and the settlor's cross
