The Shadows of Strangers
The Shadows of Strangers


Feel the cold in this mortal night,
So far away from the broad daylight.
First to die than betray your King.
Your life is lost, it's the Kingdom's will.


The Shadows of Strangers


Your death awakes in the perfect lam
Secret Temple, he will dare not to trust,
Made of dreams of his volatile past
Holy nightmare of a forgotten time.


The moves you can make
In definite time
The shadows of strangers
Meeting the deadline


The moves you can make
In definite time
The shadows of strangers
Meeting the deadline


The moves you can make
In definite time
The shadows of strangers
Meeting the deadline


No phone to call, no place where to run.
He's shivering, in his fear of the night.
He met his death hidden in the fog,
avoiding future plans, pleasure and love.


The Shadows of Strangers


He's always sitting at the back of the car,
Suspicious mood running down his spine.
Nocturnal witness (of) psychotic crimes.
In his pocket hides the one he trusts, his gun.


The moves you can make
In definite time
The shadows of strangers
Meeting the deadline


The moves you can make
In definite time
The shadows of strangers
Meeting the deadline


The moves you can make
In definite time
The shadows of strangers
Meeting the deadline