The Spell

I wanna sail the ship to the ground
Wanna watch stuff from above
Little by little
I'm gonna sail the ship to the ground
This ain't no place to stick around
Little by little

I wanna watch this world from above
I'm taking this spaceship far from care
Little by little
I'm gonna sail the ship to the ground
And gonna watch things from above
Little by little

Oil your tongues
And wet your minds
The hesitators have fled
To sign a pact with the otherside
Allegiance certain death

I am silent knife
I am the night
I bring you death and self defeat
I am the rope that shaps your neck
I am the knife stuck in your back
I am the nightmare of your son
The anti you, the chosen one
And I know where you sleep

Cause I
I know where you sleep

Oil your tongues
And wet your minds
The hesitators have fled
To sign a pact with the otherside
Allegiance certain death

Silent service in a system
For savage is the master

Silent service in a system
For savage is the master

Silent service in a system
Is to envy the dead
For savage is the master
Go for the head

Silent service in a system
Is to envy the dead
For savage is the master
Go for the head



Credits
Writer(s): Anders Bonlokke, Anders Stig Gehrt Nielsen
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