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
