Dance of the dead

Another knife and sword and shield and feeling

As this blade cuts you clean through the throat

I feel your blood cover my sword in another coat, and in the swiftest movement possible It rids itself of liquid

Dive into the mind of this killer

He hunts for that feeling

The red one's make me fly and the
blue one's make me fall,

My soul answer's only to your gloomy call.

He strips a bomb clean off the stripes

How does he know which cord to wipe?

A stab through the heart for you

A decapitation of the entire crew

And to his word he stay's true.

His next death dance is for you.