اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
White Sun falling on the singed horizon
Fear surrounding in the smoke still rising
Dagger dragger, why’s your knife-grip tightened
Shadows twisted into shapes of demons
Thrust your blade into the dark mass, screaming
Dagger dragger, the breast you’ve struck is bleeding
Lifeblood pooling from your painted maiden
Glory threatened by your hand mistaken
Dagger dragger, vengeance will be taken
Corpse forsaken in an unmarked grave
Spirit rising from your love laid slain
Curse to rival any fiend you’d claimed
Forced to turn about your still drawn blade
