Sisters in shadows... walking worlds unknown
Yeah, if you wonder if I was nervous, yessiruh
All I want is my sisters safe
Every step I take a burden on my soul
In this fight I bear it all, never letting go
Shielding them from shadows, standing tall
In my heart I know it's their lives I save
Even if you cut this verse it's razor-sharp
What good are last words that end up first words
Sisters, get me out of here
The truth is that this truth is ugly
Mood frames me to different paradigms
'Cause the bread I find takes the time the others hurried for
It's true
The truth is that this truth is ugly
Mood frames me to different paradigms
It's true
See, we've been waiting for a storyteller
Telling the real story while in battles
It's my wisdom you seek, I'm not Morgana
To put it blunt, no one else can do what we do
Am I a protector? Let this burden show belief
Family of three, it's a trinity, and I am number three
Exception is, if you gotta take it, it's a sacrifice
There's the third wheel, second soul, take me back to life
Now y'all too infatuated with angels and demons
Promises of these pleasers get deceit less
The shadows are deceiving, but enemies more so
'Cause you made me wait before the storm was over
Overseas and memories reminisce totally
And old stories
First, classify our struggles as endless
The worst of all battles, the darkness my challenge
We call upon mortal ways and gods who guide but cannot raise
But may we test mortal selves, for who may cast Van Helsing spells?
We call upon mortal ways and gods who guide but cannot raise
But may we test mortal selves, for who may cast Van Helsing spells?
You set me loose in the enchanted forest with my sisters
Guided by mentors and spirits, we fight together
I'ma face the dark, you don't wanna challenge our power
The guardian's strength, but magic gave us hope too
The guardian is Prue with Fortitude
She's quick, you ain't able to defeat her
Like shadows, you fade
In battles, memories stay strong
And ancient tales
First, classify our struggles as endless
The worst of all battles, the darkness my challenge
Even if you cut this verse it's razor-sharp
What good are last words that end up first words
The worst of all battles, the darkness my challenge
Even if you cut this verse it's razor-sharp
What good are last words that end up first words
Sisters, get me out of here
The truth is that this truth is ugly
Mood frames me to different paradigms
It's true
Mood frames me to different paradigms
It's true
Mood frames me to different paradigms
It's true
The way into the suffering city
The way to the eternal pain
The way that runs among the lost
Justice urged on my high artificer
The way into the suffering city
The way to the eternal pain
The way that runs among the lost
Justice urged on my high artificer