by the living dead Flames are rising Can't you see you're dying? The wolves are howlin' A baby's cry in the distance Cold winds blowing In the dead
me to this little shop Where I remain Living Dead...I'm feeling like a Living Dead Living Dead...Two blue eyes in an empty head Dead Dead Dead Eighteen
Life is never fair...Life is air "Will I ever see his eyes again Will I ever see him again" Where is she now... "Where is he now"...
[Diamond/ Diamond] ["Outro music" by La Rocque] Same old wall, still hanging tall Same old nail.. through my throat Eighteen years came along And this
by the living dead Flames are rising, can't you see you're dying The wolves are howlin', a baby's cry in the distance Cold winds blowing in the dead
Tulkojums: King Diamond. Living Dead (outro).
: Life is never fair...Life is air "Will I ever see his eyes again Will I ever see him again" Where is she now... "Where is he now"...
: [Diamond/ Diamond] ["Outro music" by La Rocque] Same old wall, still hanging tall Same old nail.. through my throat Eighteen years came along And
the living dead Flames are rising, can't you see you're dying The wolves are howlin', a baby's cry in the distance Cold winds blowing in the dead of
has been, it has been, it has been, it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
