Choose Your Blade - House Of Heroes

It was a numinous night, wet and cold like the last week of autumn

I felt a shiver dividing my bones from the top to the bottom

And there were two of me then, one part flesh and the other a phantom

To the phantom I said, get behind me, ye vamp of Diablo

It said, you speak out of turn, I am born of the shadow inside you

And I have lived in your heart and with it I’ve become quite accustomed

Choose your blade, we shall dance in the blood and the rain

I grow sick of your whispered betrayals

Go where the dead go, tu estas muerto

Choose your blade, I won’t be held as a prisoner of shame

I grow sick of your lies and your games

Get thee behind me, you shall not bind me

It was a coward’s decision when I offered you sanctuary

I knew it, right then and there that our cartel would be my undoing

But I, rationalized and believed every mangled half truth

Choose your blade, we shall dance in the blood and the rain

I grow sick of your whispered betrayals

Go where the dead go, tu estas muerto

Choose your blade, I won’t be held as a prisoner of shame

I grow sick of your lies and your games

Get thee behind me, you shall not bind me

Choose your blade, we shall dance in the blood and the rain

I grow sick of your whispered betrayals

Go where the dead go, tu estas muerto

Choose your blade, I won’t be held as a prisoner of shame

I grow sick of your lies and your games

Get thee behind me, you shall not bind me