Game of Shadow - The Mortal Instrument - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sun slowly sits behind the horizon, lowering the city into darkness. Wild howl and groans of victims, choking in their own blood, create enchanting music. You rush to the dance, knocking your legs into the blood. The Dance of Demons attracts you into the pool of curses. Be careful, wanderer, vices pursue you, stepping on the heels. But now he ascended the throne surrounded by hundreds of heads, the king. Poking his hands in ink, draws curls, and then burns a seal on paper.

Scarlet, like a clot of blood, a ribbon wriggles in the air, wrapping a fragile neck. Poster attention. Do you see? .. Satan children tempt you. Passion, anger, lust merge into a single one, creating a dead wine. Swallowing eagerly air, you are trying to appeal to the rescue. Torn off the forged chains, you run to meet the ice wind, trembling with fear and cold. Fingers on their feet are numb, inhibiting the move, as if mired in unsteady sands. No one will hear a deaf moan under the flute of death. To fall into the abyss is no longer so painful. Falling, you get into the throne room, where hundreds of figures hid under masks. Lush dresses rise and lure into a whirlpool. Here everyone merged in unison. Cool rain knocked on the windows, strengthening his oppression.

But the dawn poured, on deserted streets, voluptuous rays. The whisper of the fading flame of the fireplace gently caresses the ear. Red wine is poured into glasses, where the poison is - you will recognize it yourself. And by the way, remember, my friend: Shadows in the darkness do not live. They are the servants of the light, children of fire. And the brighter the flame, the darker they are ...