ZAKK WYLDE - GRAVEYARD DISCIPLES lyrics

rate me

Graveyard Disciples

March into the fields

Existence through destruction

The bodies beneath the wheels

Ohhhhhh,

The trip into the black

Ohhhhhh,

Life's dying fall.

Born to pull the trigger

Fueled to feed the hate

Innocence is shattered

The part that cripples the hand of fate

Ohhhhhh,

The trip into the black

Ohhhhhh,

Life's dying fall.

Solo

Ohhhhhh,

The trip into the black

All,

Life's dying fall.