Husk के बोल

There's a rumor That you're speaking in tongues And you've lost all control Motor functions not a power you hold Least not a power of yours Oh, queen of mischief Mysterious one I want your beautiful soul Your tales are legend The things that you've done They say you're not of this world Contorted angel They sent you a priest But you were busy I'm told You're a weapon Of the darkest design You claim you're centuries old Now come with me Suffer as my fugitive Sliding in between Other worlds Into dreams You and I infiltrate, horror Manifesting screams Take them down Unholy spectre Can this be the end Am I finally free Transmission in the marks on my skin You know I've tried to come clean You know I've tried to come clean Oh, let this be a dream