Testo
Planning an unholy exhumation
Profanating your distinguished grave
Making up for all sins of omission
Even if it's posthumous, Justice will be served
Stained remains... I will judge the departed
Digging up your past
Watching all this time
And today I will carry your sentence
Sins will never vanish out of sight
Dreams of vengeance, sweet is my illusion
A distant groan from beyond the grave
Beauty shames the hideous
The living shame the dead
The price you pay for immortality
Stained remains... I will judge the departed
Digging up your past
Watching all this time
And today I will carry your sentence
If only your corpse could ever cry
I won't let you vanish out of sight
Stained remains... I will judge the departed
Digging up your past
Watching all this time
And today I will carry your sentence
If only your corpse could ever cry
I won't let you vanish out of sight