الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
The seeds of mistrust have been sown
A price to pay we should have known
That at the end of days, we all ride alone
Count your blessings, send a prayer to the skies
But after all is said and done, one of us will die
Cry to the angels for a single ray of light
But prayers and good fortune
Won't save you on this night
From the break of day
To the crack of dawn
I'll meet you down below
At Daggers Drawn
We come to deal the final blow
