Vanna the vanishing orchestra

Under shelter of sins and secrets
Wait in silence, in silence
Four strangers, they approach
Not a word. Not a sound.
The faces in the hill come alive
They won't take no X 3
Give it to them, give it to them
They won't take no X 3
So we give it to them, give it to them
Let your bad blood spill
The wind moans in the trees when I lay down
On your bed your face is of an angel
Give my blade your wings, find their hearts
Black as the devil's eyes, as the devil's eyes
Smile back
Go like the wind
Like the wind in her hair
With your spear at their hearts
Go like the wind
Like the wind in her hair
With your spear at their hearts
This is perfect