Face at the window of the shop neglected Squints down on the people Spider crack along the pane Along the cheek (not so deep) And eyes that dart from coin to pocket Curse the wallet Junk antiques and blatant forgeries He weighed and lost his soul to Mammon Sold his soul for a costume synthetic
He found a map on scroll today Tucked away in a crate of books Charlatan and spider web But this was different, this was Something Opal glinting between the piles A chart of uncharted in the seasons rolling And a network to an X following
Winter skeleton fingers creep Out across to grasp his coat of lies Stride with overconfidence He stepped onto the cobbles Find him an airship and a crew Bait them Pay them with a strongbox promise Follow Opal to the hoard And kill them all out on the raging Q'ShTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
