Текст песни Pulling The Strings

Climbed out of my burrow The glade guides my sight Every step orchestrated On an evil plan The path is so tortuous Eager to regain control I act through unknown hands And wait for the strings to break While I walk In a hall thirteen slayers Every inch Covered in a crimson carpet It’s not that clear Which blood around is mine In command of fear I will threat them as they should Should I turn down the sacred? Should I disbelieve? A thousand candles were lit To a forfeit soul