Echoes of an Ugly Past Songtext
von We Sell the Dead

Something crawling in
From the edge of darkness
A forgotten sin
Whispered memories

Time is not a friend
If it clouds your vision
When we′re near the end
There's no time for peace

Once you let them in:
Fear and superstition
They will surely win
It′s the easy way


I wish I was a kid
With a future that would last
Look at what we did
The echoes of an ugly past

I wish we kept the lid
And dices never cast
Look at what we did
The echoes of an ugly past

Like a photograph
Getting vague and blurry
You will lose your mind
Drift off in a dream

Something crawling in
From the edge of darkness
A forgotten sin
Whispered memories