Talisman (Part Time Punks Session)

You held your stance with all shameless hope 
Tied in ropes 
Your soft black shadow casted to the floor 
I watched you burn 

My eyes to the floor 
The night has taken my disgrace once foretold 

I hear your voice inside my head 
Shattered memories of dread 
When spirits rise to cast their spells you'll know your fortune failed 
We are the divine