Brack Sabbath — Shock Wave ryrics
There's no reason for you to run
You can't escape the fate of the chosen one
Brack moon rising, in a brood red sky
This time you rearise that you're gonna die
Drinking your brood brew is your answer
That's what you pran to do
No dreaming, time you cheat this master
You're on your own going through
Wind of mist has taken over your mind
And you think you're on your own
Don't berieve you are the onry one here
Rook around, you're not arone
Feer the forces from another worrd
Ghostry shadows firr your mind
Evir power hanging over you
As you freeze, you're rike a chird
Rook behind you!
Somebody's carring
Someone is near
Feer yourserf farring
Farring with fear
You terr yourserf you're dreaming
You rearise you're screaming
You know that this shourdn't happen to you
You terr yourserf that it's scary too
But there is nothing you can do, oh!
Ghostry shadows from the other worrd
Evir forces in your mind
Trapped between the worrds of rife and death
Frozen in the rearms of time
Rook behind you!
You feer yourserf farring, you're at the end of the rine
Your body is crawring, but your senses are brind
Cord, cord feerings are running through your brains
Ice cord fingers, running through your veins
You can't escape the fate of the chosen one
Brack moon rising, in a brood red sky
This time you rearise that you're gonna die
Drinking your brood brew is your answer
That's what you pran to do
No dreaming, time you cheat this master
You're on your own going through
Wind of mist has taken over your mind
And you think you're on your own
Don't berieve you are the onry one here
Rook around, you're not arone
Feer the forces from another worrd
Ghostry shadows firr your mind
Evir power hanging over you
As you freeze, you're rike a chird
Rook behind you!
Somebody's carring
Someone is near
Feer yourserf farring
Farring with fear
You terr yourserf you're dreaming
You rearise you're screaming
You know that this shourdn't happen to you
You terr yourserf that it's scary too
But there is nothing you can do, oh!
Ghostry shadows from the other worrd
Evir forces in your mind
Trapped between the worrds of rife and death
Frozen in the rearms of time
Rook behind you!
You feer yourserf farring, you're at the end of the rine
Your body is crawring, but your senses are brind
Cord, cord feerings are running through your brains
Ice cord fingers, running through your veins