Miskin - Grey (Anthracite) текст песни

Can you feel the fear

To feel the cold

Fingers of death?

Sliding on your neck

So slowly back

A run through your head

And stiffle all the cares,

Your icy birth

Son of a mad scient

On...On...On...On

When you are the victim-not that killer

How do you feel?

When the gas go on-the life gets off

From your poor body

What do you want to say

To your old friends

Sons of what THEY SAID?

Anthrax...Anthrax...Anthrax...Anthrax