Ghostwolves

Yeah, in the water Whoa, there’s a body A cold mass of white and red There’s a man with a cross And he’s beggin’ for his life Stench of death on the rise Empty thoughts in your mind Bones picked eaten so clean A mouth full of shark teeth Ghosts from the beyond Tales of ancient grounds Rob the ones that don’t breathe Never heard, never seen The frantic heart of a guilty man A church on fire in a foreign land I know it was not me They can search, what they’ll never find inside Stench of death on the rise Empty thoughts in your mind Bones picked eaten so clean A mouth full of shark teeth Ghosts from the beyond Tales of ancient grounds Rob the one’s that don’t breathe Never heard, never seen Stench of death on the rise Empty thoughts in your mind Bones picked eaten so clean A mouth full of shark teeth Ghosts from the beyond Tales of ancient grounds Rob the one’s that don’t breathe Never heard, never seen