The shadows are thick and Old I'm searching the dark for my love Behind the Theater of Puppet Shows I find the stairs to the cellar below
Hiding where the shadows rule A door opens below The Moon is high above 300 pounds of flesh, that woman I know
Oh it's the Puppet Master's wife She pulls a cart behind her "Oh Emerencia", where are you going with that knife?
Time to kill, it's time for her nightly thrill "Oh Emerencia", where are you going with that knife?
Deep in the night through the narrowest streets I follow her every step She is searching for innocent victims "Oh Emerencia" In an alley a homeless is sleeping Approaching without a sound...and then...oh no
"How strange it is.. to see.. a life that slips away How strange it is.. in darkness blood is black not red" The knife is still deep in his chest Gotta keep the blood in its nest She wraps him in the sack she brought She better leave before she gets caught
Through the streets dark and Old Through the streets, no one must know Only the Moon and I And none of us will ever tell She pulls the body off the cart Back at the Theater, down into the dark "Oh Emerencia", I wonder why you left the door ajar
Deep in the night through the narrowest hallways I follow her every step There's a light from a doorway ahead of us Where did she go, where did she go...? Oh no What I see is a horror show... then the blow...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
