Thrust the Dagger Deep
Stefan Weinerhall
I thought I now had come to die
Just a cold corpse, my farewell
Until I suddenly gasped for air
And the tears so softly fell
If not, fate thinks more of me
Than chiming the bells at noon
Grasp the handle by all means
And thrust the dagger deep
Call it revelation or curse
Should I tremble or should I cheer?
The shadows dancing across the walls
A mockery ever so clear
If it's written that under the sun
It's time for me to sleep
Grasp the handle by all means
And thrust the dagger deep
When the final dawn is here
Silent and oh so steep
Grasp the handle by all means
And thrust the dagger deep