Lyrics:

Drag him down
That knife, slipping flee
That knife, slipping flee
Sweet dreams my dear little child
I burn?for?touching a bead?of your own mass
You will be?gone now forever
Try to sleep one more time
A spirit light?comes?through
Silent?bringer of death
The?cover breezed right?open
Come to steal the cash
Washed his blade over the kill
(Here comes the light)
Furious desertion