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've grown sick of your whispered betrayals
Go where the dead go, tu está' muerto

Choose your blade
I won't be held as a prisoner of shame
I've grown 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've grown sick of your whispered betrayals
Go where the dead go, tu está' muerto

Choose your blade
I won't be held as a prisoner of shame
I've grown 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've grown sick of your whispered betrayals
Go where the dead go, tu está' muerto

Choose your blade
I won't be held as a prisoner of shame
I've grown sick of your lies and your games
Get thee behind me, you shall not bind me