Paroles de Deathstalker

Time is a curse, dressed in a wooden dress And as for all the rest, it's the one that fits you best Path to the Sheppard, goes through the sheep And from the jaws of victory snatching defeat It never was or meant to be The blood you owe, the blood you bleed You deserve a thousand deaths but I can give you only one Gasping for the final breath Death comes from above He guards the pearly gates His destiny awaits He owns what he takes Deathstalker In sore you lived, you'll die in sore Swallowed in what of you were born It never was or meant to be The blood you owe, the blood you bleed He guards the pearly gates His destiny awaits He owns what he takes Deathstalker In sore you lived, you'll die in sore Swallowed in what of you were born Time is a curse, with Death they chess In every single move, you must yourself to prove Heavy lays the crown, dance around you clown A day late, a dollar short, in vain the final shot It never was or meant to be The blood you owe, the blood you bleed He guards the pearly gates His destiny awaits He owns what he takes Deathstalker