Harllequin - King Of The Dead

Some say the fate is a veil
Thin as a pale moonlight
Holds down the deepest secrets
Never achieved in life

What if I give you the power
To unveil it before the right time
No more afraid of the water, water… water!

Walk among the living blessed by the fire
Feeling the warmth never the cold
Let all the dead ones call you by their Sire
'Cos death came to life when you were born

How many times through the rain
I saw you curved like a stone
So little surrounded by water
Trembling in fear till the bones

So take my hand and become
The natural born King
Cloaked forever by the fire, fire… fire!

The way is shut!