Leave the Gun کے بول

In shadows deep Where whispers lie A promise made A vow to die The blood runs cold The night is still A kingdom built on iron will Leave the gun Take the cannoli Bitter sweet The price unholy Family first The creed we follow Hearts are heavy Pride is hollow The roses bloom But thorns remain Loyalty wrapped in a shroud of pain A silent nod A final breath Honor dances close to death The strings of fate They pull They weave A life of power A life to grieve The ties that bind They choke They hold A legacy carved in blood and gold Leave the gun Take the cannoli Bitter sweet The price unholy Family first The creed we follow Hearts are heavy Pride is hollow In the end All debts are paid Shadows linger Dreams will fade Leave the gun Take the cannoli Life is fleeting Nothing wholly