كلمات The Theif: Merchants Of Decay

Here, not again Tears hang in my throat I lose a breath And bow my head. Her, still asleep Addictive like the moment of release A little dying makes you feel. Fall, of a day. The touch of winter's chill has laid a claim My breath appearing a haze Look to the sky The towers make me dizzy and the lights Are hell fire To the Merchants of decay Your eyes hold a darkness A love for the reckless hero's of our fear They're still here Dead...And awake The cattle of the cardinal? Or people from which I take. Catching your eyes I can see you fantasise Not alive but a ghost inside I take my leave and dance around the hillside. To the Merchants of decay Your eyes hold a darkness A love for the reckless hero's of our fear They're still here To the Merchants of decay Your eyes hold a darkness A love for the reckless hero's Light a fire here to say The love of an outcast is worth All but it's weight in golden pieces Build your fire high We'll never die