Feast of White Mummies
Feast of white mummies - you're here, it’s cold,
The right time, brothers, to think of them all.
They're here among us, they're here with us.
They're here among us, they're here with us.
Look up to the sky now, graves and the stones,
You look like you're nothing, but a handfull of dust
Just think of their brothers, just think of them.
Just think of their brothers, just think of them.
Feast of white mummies - water and bread.
Road aim with moon now, let’s ride down to hell. 1
I was shuffling with you, wasn’t I one of you.
I was shuffling with you, wasn’t I one of you.
