Trader Of Souls
Tad Morose
Oh Merchant, yes merchant The trader of souls The bringer of darkness
damnation and cold In secret betrayal with cunning and lies he steals you,
deceives you There's fire in his eye
A strange world of neon of light by your side There's paradise waiting
The stranger remembers the lines in your face Through ages that follow his
due stays the same Collecting his children still fire in his The burning
desire consuming their minds
A strange world of neon of light by your side There's paradise waiting
A long way from grandeur It's passing you by Merchant, oh merchant an angel
of light The trader of souls Believe me he's lying The trader of souls
Believe me he's dying