Shell Trader from Weresoul by WERESOUL
Why, oh why did you have to leave me, dearest Meredith? My life is
meaningless and empty ever since the plague took you from me… I wished I
could join you in the nether world, but I was too weak to end it all… I
promised myself I’ll do anything to find you again, Meredith! It’s been
five long years of chasing all the known mediums and spiritists around
the globe. Such a shame they all were but fraud… But this time I might
finally get to the right person! Madame Marchand-Rouge’s reputation was
getting louder and louder, yet she was not easy to find. Always on the
move, having no residence - it was she that requested your presence.
Such as they were, those were the rules. Imagine how lucky I felt when a
mysterious letter I got from Constantinople happened to be an
invitation, written by Madame Marchand-Rouge herself! It was two weeks
ago. I arrived in Constantinople this Tuesday and in a couple of hours
I’m about to attend the Séance - along with four other persons, I’ve
been told. I really do hope I will talk to you again, my sweet Meredith!
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Tracklist
| 6. | Shell Trader | 7:05 |
Lyrics
Chill runs in the air and the sun has fallen
Five figures waiting in tense dread
Questions they have, for answers they starve
Promised from the one who’s not nearly there
Sudden noise breaks the silence
Everyone's eyes turn to face the door
The Hostess arrived, pale in dim light
Her lovely dress spills blood red on the floor
Six figures sit by the oaken counter
The heavy smell of musk fills up the room
Timid looks on the board stir up excitement
What they wish for will be theirs soon
And so the wicked dance on planchette begins
Guided by wet fingers the channel's open wide
Shy at first, now getting up to run
Revealing the message from the other side
«Y.O.U.R. S.O.U.L.S. A.R.E. N.O.W. M.I.N.E.»
Confused heads turn for explanation
Yet they shiver in horror as they see
Lady in Red is now abomination
While their own eyes begin to bleed
The plasma marks her ivory skin
Her beautiful eyes are now white blind
As she rips their souls her name becomes clear
Shell Trader – the scourge of mankind
The Wicked Deal has been sealed
The demon’s free to roam the Earth
Drawing its power from the five new hosts
Five poor souls expelled beyond the veil
Her chest is drawing the heaviest of breaths
The plasma is gone and her eyes can see clear
She bites her lips in most lustful of smiles
O’ Lady in Red, how many are your kills?
