Текст песни BCC / Sweet Home Transylvania

Time is a thief, death is a whore

Fear is a parasite, nothing more

All these things put into play

A natural slide into decay

Everything ends

Everything dies

Not my job to question why

In our circle, on our own

Nothing more than home sweet home

All that I ask

All that you pray

Don't make a difference when you come my way

I am vanity laid to rest

Trying to make you look your very best

Who does every filthy job

Who does all the things you hate to see

I will send you to the void

I survive eternity

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Forgive me father for I am sin

Faith and hope won't let me in
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If I beg, if I plead

I will poison the cup of their belief

Why would you struggle

When will you learn

Prayer won't help as the temple burns

Meet your maker, get in line

You look like hell, you'll be just fine

Time is a thief, death is a whore

Working together that what friends are for

Follow that tunnel, follow that light

Be forewarned that they could bite

You won't see me as I follow

You will be the last to know

Torn out pages, broken chapters

Life and death joined at the seams

This is the way it always ends

If you're with me, you've reached the end

Lonely days

Lonely nights

Dead by day

Dead by night