Текст песни
Continental - final chapter, written in the stone
Continental - sacred anchor, where the hunted are alone
Blood and silver, rules of old, a whisper and a debt
A sanctuary bought and sold, a life you won s s forget
The manager s gaze, a quiet haze of judgement and of grace
You check your guns, your past, your sins, before you show your face
This is Continental
This is my final home
My paradise in hell
My pleasure in pain
Where the shattered glass reflects a soul
And the silence knows my name
Continental - ghostly hallway, echoing with ghosts
Continental - at the end of day, it s the one who needs you most
A sommelier of weaponry, a tailor of the suit
The artistry of casualty, a poisoned, perfect fruit
Beneath the gold and art deco, the foundations run with red
A contract on a life you owe, a table set with dread
This is Continental
This is my final home
My paradise in hell
My pleasure in pain
Where the shattered glass reflects a soul
And the silence knows my name
Continental - final offer, a marker for a soul
Continental - in the coffer, the price to make you whole
The concierge, a knowing smile, a key, a final door
You can rest here for a while, then descend to the floor
No business on the premises, just consequence and fate
A brotherhood of nemeses, conducting love and hate
This is Continental
This is my final home
My paradise in hell
My pleasure in pain
Where the shattered glass reflects a soul
And the silence knows my name
My pleasure in the pain
