How much fun To be drifting along With the weight of the sun on my head
And all covered in sad As I sketch with my pen And I brace for the troubles ahead
Slow Let the weight of the bow Take your arm as you pull the string back
Don't be fooled by the light Let the fear guide your eye As your arrow burns into their soul
You will pay You will pay for your new soul
Down Through a hole in the ground Let the ferryman carry you back
To the winter queen's home In her shadow abode Where you learn to become one of them
And you Dress in cobbler shoes Play your lyre in the house of the dead
Makes the ferryman sigh With chagrin in his eye And he lets you return back to the time
You will pay You will pay now that you came
You will pay You will pay for your new soul Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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