Gripping the mask with fear A secret you must to share Fear that the end is near Restless as you dare Follow the darkened path A lesser travelled way Towards eternal wrath Desire which they praise
Smothering behind the mask Choking as you breath Turning to a pile of ash Certain you can't leave Suffocating mask around A smothered twisted face No escape, forever bound To never leave this place
Santa Mira drawning nearer The sign in the mirror The face getting clearer On Hallows Eve, gather round Glowing screen which you're bound Santa Mira your children are here
Locked in the tracing screen The children gather 'round Semiconscious structured state Which they're forever bound Mechanized suits in sight Won't let you far tonight Someone's got you running They won't let this empire fall
An ancient coven dynasty The season of the witch is free Try to make a run but not too far Who would ever want to try Or understand the reason why They will never let this empire fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
