The Unbelievably Cold Hands of Death
I've been looking over the bones in the closet
They rattle and they shake me
They frighten and they wake me
From my darkest dreams
I've been looking over the bones in the closet
They're dusty and they're damaged
They're broken and they're bandaged
And covered in screams
I've been looking over the bones in the closet
I've hidden and I've buried
They're locked and they're loaded
To burst through the seams
While the unbelievably cold hands of death
Work their way into my life
As Mãos Inacreditavelmente Frias da Morte
Eu tenho olhado para os ossos no armário
Eles tilintam e me sacodem
Eles me assustam e me acordam
Dos meus sonhos mais sombrios
Eu tenho olhado para os ossos no armário
Eles estão empoeirados e danificados
Estão quebrados e enfaixados
E cobertos de gritos
Eu tenho olhado para os ossos no armário
Eu os escondi e os enterrei
Estão trancados e prontos
Para explodir pelas costuras
Enquanto as mãos inacreditavelmente frias da morte
Entram na minha vida