Moonspell - The Southern Deathstyle Lyrics
The silver bullet - so earthly fast.Forever Rope - so hard to find.The silver bullet - so earthly thrashed.Forever Rope - symbol of Trust.The mandrake's root, your restless lover.The Morning blade, first to awake.The morning shame that you can't take.The Mandrake's root. In venenum veritas...The silver bullet. The Southern Deathstyle.Forever Rope - forever tied.The mandrake's pill - your magic route to nowhere.The morning breaks - it's lunar still...The Elements all moulded together.A family whose name is Death.The Elements in circlefear.Bullet, Root, Blade and RopeAll hold so dear!