Graveyard Disciples — текст песни (Zakk Wylde and Black Label Society)

Graveyard Disciples
March into the fields
Existence through destruction
The bodies beneath the wheels

Ohhhhhh,
The trip into the black
Ohhhhhh,
Life`s dying fall.

Born to pull the trigger
Fueled to feed the hate
Innocense is shattered
The blood that cripples the hand of fate

Ohhhhhh,
The trip into the black
Ohhhhhh,
Life`s dying fall.

Solo

Ohhhhhh,
The trip into the black
Ohhhhhh,
Life`s dying fall.