Masks hanging on the tomb walls where the coven grieves Witches hiding in the brambles, ground level down where the dry leaves Blow and burn slowly No ground is ever going to hold me
Bright candles in the manor Where the curse takes hold Bodies reassembling down where the worms crawl Make your own friends when the world's gone cold
It gets dark and then I feel certain I am going to rise again If not by faith, then by the sword I'm going to be restored
Build fires to keep the beacon flashing where the earth lies flat Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down, invent my own family if it comes to that Hold them close, hold them near Tell them no one's ever going to hurt them here
Steal the treasure and try to leave town Fight my way back down Don't want to hurt anyone Probably going to have to before it's all done
Take to the hills, run away I'm going to get my perfect body back someday If not by faith, then by the sword I'm going to be restoredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
