Holidays in Hell - End of Green

From the crypt hear my calling

Spent some holidays in hell

All fellows have fallen, wear the gallows every day

Carry me and let me sleep near the cemetery hilly

Between the angels and forgotten, this retribution won’t stop me

Prepare for my solitude

No one will be save

The fortune will conquer you, the light on dead end stairs

I can feel it is nice

I don’t fear, I’m not surprised

I am hanging please don’t tear down broken walls

Cut my throat, cut me down, leave me hanging, hear the sound

Don’t let me crawl back on the ground

Dead end stare