Em
Feast of white mummies - you're here, it's cold,
The right time, brothers, to think of them all.
         A7   A6          Em
There here among us, there here with us.
         A7   A6          Em
There here among us, there here with us.
 
Look up to the sky now, graves and the stones,
You [...] nothing, but i handfull of dust
Just think of the brothers, just think of them.
Just think of the brothers, just think of them.

Feast of white mummies - water and bread.
[Road aim with moon now,] let's ride down to hell.
I was shuffling with you, wasn't I one of you.
I was shuffling with you, wasn't I one of you.