Ghostwolves - Calabrese

Yeah, in the water 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 one’s 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