Diabolical Masquerade — Spinning Back The Clocks lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Spinning Back The Clocks" by Diabolical Masquerade.
Lyrics
Drag him down,
That knife, slipping flee
That knife, slipping flee
Sweet dreams my dear little child
I burn for touching a bead of your own mass
You will be gone now forever
Try to sleep one more time
A spirit light comes through
Silent bringer of death
The cover breezed right open
Come to steal the cash
Washed his blade over the kill
(Here comes the light)
Furious desertion _______