Текст песни Morbid Violence The Devil's Daughter

Deep in the ground, at the unknown spot
One lady lives - she is the evil's daughter.
Fragile person with the face of a corpse,
She's walking at night, holding scythe in her arm.

Chorus:
This is death, death won't be waiting at home.
This is death, when you go bed at night.

She's a collector of uncommon things,
She has a lot of plans and a lot of ideas,
The favorite method of her mastery is
To leave a men having closed his eyes,
To draw out his soul - the transparent stream,
To enful the collection of her.

Chorus:
This is death, death won't be waiting at home.
This is death, when you go bed at night.

At the needed time, at the hour they need
Auntie death will come to us.
Lining in bed in cold sweat
Mumbling something quietly in nightmarish delirium.

Chorus:
This is death, death won't be waiting at home.
This is death, when you go bed at night.