Eyes of a snake Skin's the sharpest blade Burning hair Death is in her veins Owls and wolves Alongside her Mountain dunes Highest ocean waves Darkest woods Deep abandoned caves No one's ever found No one's ever seen her trace Feeling of guilt Lies deep in her blood Heart of stone Burried in the cold She never sleeps She's not of the human race A hundred men Couldn't bring her down The Holy Grail Wouldn't stop her from Sowing death I won't be one of them Go go fighting My soul is my weakness No more lying No more fiction Go go fighting My soul is my weakness No more lying No more fiction Go go fighting My soul is my weakness No more lying No more fiction Go go fighting My soul is my weakness No more lying No more fiction Go go fighting My soul is my weakness No more lying No more fiction Get on your knees - bitch For the rusty trombone