The Silver Circle کے بول

Come to life my deviltry Possess this poor company Our secret be benefit Their unhappy lack of it Awaken my trusting friend My undisturbed reflection So fluid your beauty All gears and teeth Come Alive Come to life my second skin To protect the madness locked within Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues Though words did betray us Did bury our past Cry blasphemy Cancer masters instinct Sad passive release Come Alive Take my dear ones The use of this spell may serve too well Our mouth is our chalice Our tongue our sword And truth holds a dozen doors One thrown open wide shall yield one more Yet mystery remains above their eyes Come Alive