The Lost Souls کے بول

A storm is raging around the cold castle walls Through the wind you can hear screams from far below There's no rest for the wicked Forever enslaved Their maimed bodies restless Turning in their graves Free the lost souls, screaming in pain Free the lost souls, screaming in vain Forsaken ghosts are dancing with the damned, oh Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh Forsaken ghosts are dancing when you're passing through In thе kettle, remains of a witchеs brew There's no rest for the wicked Forever enslaved Their maimed bodies restless Turning in their graves Free the lost souls, screaming in pain Free the lost souls, screaming in vain Forsaken ghosts are dancing with the damned, oh Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh There's no rest for the wicked Forever enslaved Their maimed bodies restless Turning in their graves Free the lost souls, screaming in pain Free the lost souls, screaming in vain Forsaken ghosts are dancing with the damned, oh Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh Forever enslaved in death's embrace