it was a numinous night wet and cold like the last week of autumn i felt a shiver dividing my bones from the top to the bottom and there were two of me then one part flesh and the other a phantom to the phantom i said get behind me ye vamp of diablo it said you speak out of turn i am born of the shadow inside you and i have lived in your heart and with it i ve become quite accustomed choose your blade we shall dance in the blood and the rain i grow sick of your whispered betrayals go where the dead go tu estas muerto choose your blade i won t be held as a prisoner of shame i grow sick of your lies and your games get thee behind me you shall not bind me it was a coward s decision when i offered you sanctuary i knew it right then and there that our cartel would be my undoing but i rationalized and believed every mangled half truth choose your blade we shall dance in the blood and the rain i grow sick of your whispered betrayals go where the dead go tu estas muerto choose your blade i won t be held as a prisoner of shame i grow sick of your lies and your games get thee behind me you shall not bind me choose your blade we shall dance in the blood and the rain i grow sick of your whispered betrayals go where the dead go tu estas muerto choose your blade i won t be held as a prisoner of shame i grow sick of your lies and your games get thee behind me you shall not bind me1