Testo Perfect Plan Mirador
The smoke lies heavy as we speak
The sound of war is closing in with air so thick
itâs 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 itâs done
Tonight Iâll be riding with the king
All right, Iâve been hiding from my sins
Wonât you be my blood? Be my perfect plan
If you understood, save me while you can
Inhale the perfume of success
A humble servantâs dreams fulfilled
The former winner stands alone
The jesterâs laughter filled with sorrow
So if they fail to have their vengeance?
And if their system will burn once again?
Thereâll be no luck involved, itâs only by the grace of God
this showdownâs outcome breaks the spell