Seizing upon their chance, the wealthy aristocrats of the city offer the beleaguered Guardian a chance to unwind by attending an extravagant ball. It is said that Guardians cannot be bribed and cannot be influenced…and yet… As their control of the city is also threatened by the wolves, they begin to spin their web of manipulation… “Take a respite from your fight, to come and dance with us tonight” Spinning silken thread into a striking gown “Bare your innermost desire and I'm sure we can acquire” Captivating eyes that mesmerize; your will is breaking down Compel my tongue Thy will, Be done Spellbound by the masquerade Caught inside a trance And blinded to the strings they tie That force you to dance Drowning in their crimson wine It permeates your soul Manifest the tempo of your mind Caught in the dance of control The gentle hand that draws you near Whispers poison to your ear Slowly suffocate the sentience of your mind Spin and dance around the ball Pretend you had a choice at all Weave a veil across your eyes, oh, the bridle of the blind Oh, recreate you out of gold Substitute your will so you do as you are toldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
