Текст песни
Twisted strangers have gone to war
Oxygen drunk fall bleeding to the floor
Glass eyed creatures, fragmented features
Piecing together fallen warriors
A revolution for the Maiden Queen
The legacy, Sherwood Forest or an African scene
The Marionette, she has velvet claws
She pulls the strings in this city of whores
The Marionette pulls the strings
You say yes, you bend - she wins
The Marionette pulls the strings
Pulls and pulls till your spirit gives in
Grooling hot sweat in the land of a whore
Oh, will this be war? Oh, will this be war?
The knave and the pawn ripen the whore
With bastard sons, her brats of law
The hawk and the falcon swoop to blind their eyes
The reaper, she laughs, she chokes, she cries
The Marionette pulls the strings
You say yes, you bend - she wins
The Marionette pulls the strings
Pulls and pulls till your spirit gives in
Foaming white horses cracking their sinews
For the maidens of Troy
The bell tower falls pouring to the floor
Woe, love and death, a climax all in all
Medieval shores and madrigals
Her velvet claws pull you with passion to the floor
In the cathedral her children sing
In the cathedral the pendulum swings
The Marionette pulls the strings
You say yes, you bend - she wins
The Marionette pulls the strings
Pulls and pulls till your spirit gives in
The Marionette pulls the strings
You say yes, you bend - she wins
The Marionette pulls the strings
Pulls and pulls till your spirit gives in
The Marionette pulls the strings
You say yes, you bend - she wins
The Marionette pulls the strings
Pulls and pulls till your spirit gives in
Medieval shores and madrigals
Medieval shores and madrigals
Medieval shores and madrigals