Entrusted with the task to kill his girl she trained her senses in form of a wolf She's an assassin serving the moon's king Greedy she is picking up her scent
CHORUS: Ancient voices sing of a mercenary so neat Quietly she creeps with a blade in her hands Aiming to succeed It's an assassin's scent
With blinking eyes the wolf crossed through the night Following the footsteps on the ground In the light of the moon the scent got more intense And the beast fell into a brisk trot
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
