Trader Of Souls

Tad Morose

Oh Merchant, yes merchant

The trader of souls

The bringer of darkness

damnation and cold

In secret betrayal with cunning and lies he steals you, deceives you

There's fire in his eye



A strange world of neon of light by your side There's paradise waiting

The stranger remembers the lines in your face Through ages that follow his due stays the same Collecting his children still fire in his

The burning desire consuming their minds

A strange world of neon of light by your side There's paradise waiting



A long way from grandeur

It's passing you by

Merchant, oh merchant an angel

of light The trader of souls

Believe me he's lying

The trader of souls

Believe me he's dying