Diabolical Masquerade - 5th Movement: Spinning Back the Clocks | Текст песни

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• Diabolical Masquerade
• 5th Movement: Spinning Back the Clocks

Drag him down,
That knife, slipping flee
That knife, slipping flee
Sweet dreams my dear little child
I burn for touching a bead of your own mass
You will be gone now forever
Try to sleep one more time

A spirit light comes through
Silent bringer of death
The cover breezed right open
Come to steal the cash
Washed his blade over the kill
(Here comes the light)
Furious desertion