White sun falling on the singed horizon Fear surrounding in the smoke still rising Dagger Dragger Why's your knife-grip tightened? Shadows twisted into shapes of demons Thrust your blade into the dark mass, screaming Dagger Dragger The breast you've struck is bleeding Lifeblood pooling from your painted maiden Glory threatened by your hand mistaken Dagger Dragger Vengeance will be taken Corpse forsaken in an unmarked grave Spirit rising from your love laid slain Curse to rival any fiend you'd claimed Forced to turn about your still drawn bladeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
