Texty: Die So Fluid. Draw A Line And Cross It.

Demons in your closet
Find the key that locked it
You must pay a forfeit
Draw a line and cross it
Once you could be trusted
Influenced, corrupted
What began in vain must now be interrupted

You perform so well within these limits
Deathly silence conjures up these visits

Ordins valkyries release their spirits
What began in vain must now be finished.

We will draw a line
Cross to the other side

(Thanks to Sonia for these lyrics)