Perfect Plan - Miradors

The smoke lies heavy as we speak

The sound of war is closing in with air so thick

Its hard to breathe

And then the sign: The crimson sun

So may it be Let it begin

The line of stars bids no further delay

A resurrection of the circle rudely torn apart

Remember mankind when its done

Tonight Ill be riding with the king

All right, Ive been hiding from my sins

Won’t you be my blood?

Be my perfect plan

If you understood, save me while you can

Inhale the perfume of success

A humble servants dreams fulfilled

The former winner stands alone

The jesters laughter filled with sorrow

So if they fail to have their vengeance?

And if their system will burn once again?

Therell be no luck involved, its only by the grace of God

This showdowns outcome breaks the spell