Die verkaufte Braut, Act 3: Rezitativ. "He, Hans, möchtest wohl dein Geld" (Kezal, Marie, Hans)

歌詞

A shattered soul presented Like a disassembled gun Assassins rushing up the stairs All allies on the run Grasping for the pieces With hands of swarming flies A sleeper agent set to face A death where no one dies Cold sweat dripping Like hammers to the floor Panic eyes fixated On the light beneath the door Shadows move like fire Hysteric seconds tick Until the zeros of the clockwork Applaud the final click Finger on the trigger Back against the wall Counting rounds and voices Not enough to kill them all So, you thought you could escape without a fight That we would loose the scent of your despair Like rabid hounds we'll hunt you through the night Along a crooked trail of blood and fear A shattered soul presented Like a disassembled gun Assassins rushing up the stairs All allies on the run Engage the code to self destruct It cannot be undone The last of the resistance Outnumbered one to one