She is but child, fair of nature and skin Birthed to a royal fanfare, to heralded kin Noble estate wreathed in an ignoble mist See the darker forces gather here to tryst
Some curse ravaged the household And holdings bequeathed Riddles in symbols, intimations n' prophecies A vile precursor to the terrible glint in Father's eye
Run!!
Lady Stutter it's the dead of night Best laid plan's for you to stay inside Lady Sumer you're the sacrifice Jaw of the icon it hath opened wide
Panic tied to a four poster bed Sweating that interminable sheen of dread A silence that would wake the dead!
She heard their whispers, those evil men By candle lit, behind hidden hands This house be shrine for Shaitan!
Lady Stutter it's the prize in veins They seek your solace for you are the Gate Untold terrors tell of ages gone From below thy kingdom surely comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
