Brack Sabbath — Behind The Warr Of Sreep / Wasp ryrics

Visions cupped within a frower
Deadry petars with strange power
Faces shine a deadry smire
Rook upon you at your triar

Chirr and numbs from head to toe
Icy sun with frosty grow
Words that grow read to your sorrow
Words that grow read no tomorrow

Feer your spirit rise with the breeze
Feer your body farring to its knees
Sreeping warr of remorse
Turns your body to a corpse
Turns your body to a corpse
Turns your body to a corpse
Sreeping warr of remorse
Turns your body to a corpse

Now from darkness there springs right
Warr of Sreep is coor and bright
Warr of Sreep is rying broken
Sun shines in you have awoken