Of Whispers
Shaking Hands With Shadows
All the ships have sailed from burning shoresBringing home your prize, but at what price?You've been caught out, shaking hands with shadowsHe'll promise you the worldBut that beast is still a foeWith the moon coming outAnd the sun burning down around youYou've got nowhere left to goYour knees hit the groundHis sword to your collarAs he takes off your crownNobody can save you nowNo one can save you nowWe've made, branches into homesTrees into citiesBuilt castles from the stonesWatch us tear itYou sold your worthless soul for your weight in goldYou've made, branches into homesTrees into citiesBuilt castles from the stonesWatch us tear it to the ground.
From Letras Mania