Letra de The Sixth Communion - Rotting Christ
Letra de canci�n de The Sixth Communion de Rotting Christ lyrics
Puddles of bloodstains on the floor was all that they could find
They knew he's insane and he'd kill again but they didn't act in time Never a witness, never a clue. no one heard the cries
There isn't a suspect, they don't have a lead.
I ask "can they solve the crime?"
Killer on the loose
Down goes the sun, now the night has begun and there's panic on the streets
Swift as the wind as the fear's settin' in cause tonight nobody sleeps There isn't a motive, no sign of remorse. there's no clue to where he creeps
He's wicked, he's out there. an evil disorder, lusting while he reaps There's a killer on the loose
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-sixth-communion-rotting-christ.php
A whisper, a shadow, you feel he's behind you Your heart's beating faster, you're reaching for air
Attack from the blind side, the gash spills your insides
You beg for your life but you know, he don't care
Puddles of blood smeared on the wall, now he's toying with their minds
Checking the score we see the cops have nil and the killer stands at nine Never a witness, there's never a clue. they wait, who'll be next in line There isn't a suspect, they don't have a lead.
I ask "can they solve the crime?"
They knew he's insane and he'd kill again but they didn't act in time Never a witness, never a clue. no one heard the cries
There isn't a suspect, they don't have a lead.
I ask "can they solve the crime?"
Killer on the loose
Down goes the sun, now the night has begun and there's panic on the streets
Swift as the wind as the fear's settin' in cause tonight nobody sleeps There isn't a motive, no sign of remorse. there's no clue to where he creeps
He's wicked, he's out there. an evil disorder, lusting while he reaps There's a killer on the loose
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-sixth-communion-rotting-christ.php
A whisper, a shadow, you feel he's behind you Your heart's beating faster, you're reaching for air
Attack from the blind side, the gash spills your insides
You beg for your life but you know, he don't care
Puddles of blood smeared on the wall, now he's toying with their minds
Checking the score we see the cops have nil and the killer stands at nine Never a witness, there's never a clue. they wait, who'll be next in line There isn't a suspect, they don't have a lead.
I ask "can they solve the crime?"
