Letra da Música Trot Cued The Briar Ring Massacre de Beyond The Citadel Of Coup de Grâce

Do you know the fastest way to a girls heart?
I'll ask but once!Come out you fool!You have to the count of...

... 8... 7... 6... 5... DIE!

It's straight through her ribs
To guise the Wench in fibs
(Is this the best you got... for... me?)
Her snare would catch his heart...
fowl the Beast a man apart
Is that your worst?... Is that your scare?
Is this the...
(Is this the best you got... for... me?)
Despite his feint his voice would break...
of a bloody cry to keepsake

Dawn the early light...
that drapes across her dress
She wore his threnody...
of a dream so contrived
Towards the spire now... of clandestine the lady
My heart never felt so weary... What would she have to say?
(Cowardly men cower... when men fall faster than their blood)
(His quivered voice... could coax for chivalry in martyrdom)
Severely overwhelming... dripping numbers bleed the odds
Exposing inner portraits... grotesque upon the gallop

Awe!... Oh!... Awe!... Oh the Awful!


Her snare would catch his heart...
fowl the Beast a man apart
Is that your worst?... Is that your scare?
Is this the...
(Is this the best you got... for... me?)
Despite his feint his voice would break...
of a bloody cry to keepsake

Cursed be you... The General of tragedy
This is my final fervor... Raging at the least
Startled by a knock...
she's quickened by the handle
What are you doing here?...
Never mind all the questions

No smiles on today... so company these vials...
Alleviate his torture... and prepare for the vile
(Silence served him well... but the mockery would swell)
(Lurking from the palace walls... rumbles of his devious glum)
You stagger and you stumble... Your mannerism's crude!
Don't shame from nature stranger... Shame from what you've done!

Beahnk ;]