Текст Last In Line – Sword From The Stone

You’ve broken all of your fingers
And pay dearly for the thrill
Can’t shake the feeling that lingers
Cut out your tongue

Child of sin
Heroine
Caught in division
An empty throne
Someone pull the sword from the stone
Just pull the sword from the stone

A sun that blisters your skin
Burning a hole in your brain
In a world of compromise
I am the spider to your fly
You don’t believe
You don’t get to decide

Child of sin
Heroine
Caught in division
An empty throne
Someone pull the sword from the stone
Someone pull the sword from the stone

Someone pull the sword from my side
We pay for all of your sins
But my idols are dead
And my enemies pretend
We’re not falling into a trap

Child of sin
Heroine

Child of sin
Heroine
Caught in division
An empty throne
Someone pull the sword from the stone
The stone
Someone pull the sword
Someone pull the sword from the stone
Someone pull the sword from the stone