5th movement: spinning back the clocks - diabolical masquerade lyrics

drag him down,
that knife, slipping flee [?]
that knife, slipping flee [?]
sweet dreams my dear little child
i burn for touching a bead of your own m-ss
you will be gone now forever
try to sleep one more time

a spirit light comes through
silent bringer of death
the cover breezed right open
come to steal the cash [?]
washed his blade over the kill
(here comes the light)
furious desertion _______