Deathstalker

Time is a curse, dressed in a wooden dress
And as for all the rest, it's the one that fits you best
Path to the Sheppard, goes through the sheep
And from the jaws of victory snatching defeat

It never was or meant to be
The blood you owe, the blood you bleed
You deserve a thousand deaths but I can give you only one
Gasping for the final breath Death comes from above

He guards the pearly gates
His destiny awaits
He owns what he takes
Deathstalker

In sore you lived, you'll die in sore
Swallowed in what of you were born
It never was or meant to be
The blood you owe, the blood you bleed

He guards the pearly gates
His destiny awaits
He owns what he takes
Deathstalker

In sore you lived, you'll die in sore
Swallowed in what of you were born
Time is a curse, with Death they chess
In every single move, you must yourself to prove

Heavy lays the crown, dance around you clown
A day late, a dollar short, in vain the final shot
It never was or meant to be
The blood you owe, the blood you bleed

He guards the pearly gates
His destiny awaits
He owns what he takes
Deathstalker