Silver and Journals

Verse 1

Silver stained

Sharp edge to the grain

Inking journals with a name that is a chain

He kept his prayers on the shelves

In between the books and the dusty little elves

Father whispered words through the gloom

Child of the winter in a candlelit room

Read every single page that he bled

Where the angels fled

Pre-Chorus

Iron gears and heavy prayer

Hunting in the chilly air

Chorus

Hellsing

Daughter of the cross and the gun

Hellsing

Finish what he started begun

Through the fog and the cold grey hymn

Until the light grows dim

I will hunt them down

Until the light grows dim

Verse 2

Portal tore

Splinters on the floor

Spat out the hell and then it asked for more

I saw the knight in the fire

Lifting the sword higher and higher

Years passed by in the grey

Where the sun hides far away

Prisoner or hunter I survived

Every monster he ever contrived

Pre-Chorus

In the ash I learned to breathe

Watching all the shadows seethe

Chorus

Hellsing

Daughter of the cross and the gun

Hellsing

Finish what he started begun

Through the fog and the cold grey hymn

Until the light grows dim

I will hunt them down

Until the light grows dim

Bridge

Glass and neon

Sirens scream

Evolution

Nightmare dream

Took my youth

Bring the truth

I have the sword

I am the sword

Chorus

Hellsing

Daughter of the cross and the gun

Hellsing

Finish what he started begun

Through the fog and the cold grey hymn

Until the light grows dim

I will hunt them down

Until the light grows dim

Hellsing