Текст и слова песни Morbid Saint – Lock Up Your Children
Lock 'em up, very tight
Left alone, in the night
Darkest dreams, we will paint
In the minds, of the saint
Lock up your children
From destruction found
Lurking in their minds
The pain starts to pound
When at last, they awake
All sanity, we will take
Tortured souls, as they fell
Subject to, this living hell
Left alone, in the night
Darkest dreams, we will paint
In the minds, of the saint
Lock up your children
From destruction found
Lurking in their minds
The pain starts to pound
When at last, they awake
All sanity, we will take
Tortured souls, as they fell
Subject to, this living hell
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