5th Movement: Spinning Back the Clocks Songtext
von Diabolical Masquerade

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 _______