Though blood stains my gown I still wear the crown
Make war my décor My forces flee from no one who is not me Start this with a kiss of death that leaves you desperately empty
Back down trauma hound Your agony is starting to annoy me Drop dead from my head The memories are starting to destroy me
Once you've hear my legions roar Your faith shall be no more
Blood thieves on your knees Confront the queen of stolen dreams before you Boy down kiss the ground The miracle of memory adorns you
Back down trauma hound Your shameless emulations start to bore me Drop dead like you said Your memory is one that's worth ignoring.
Make war my décor Your echoes are the only gift you leave me End this with a kiss of death That leaves me desperately empty
Back down trauma hound Your agony is starting to annoy me Drop dead from my head The memories are starting to destroy meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
