歌词
[Violins Intro]
(Verse 1)
In the dimly lit corners of London town,
Where secrets whisper and shadows abound,
Stands a figure of brilliance, with a mind so keen,
Sherlock Holmes, in his world, the unseen.
With every glance, he deciphers the clues,
In the dance of deduction, he never will lose.
His intellect sharp, like a finely honed blade,
(Pre-Chorus)
But across the divide, in the depths of the night,
Lurks a shadowy presence, with cunning and might.
Moriarty's his name, and his mind is a storm,
A symphony of chaos, in which he performs.
(Chorus)
Sherlock and Moriarty, a battle of wits and will,
In the arena of minds, where they both fulfill.
They play their games, with strategy and grace,
In the endless duel, that none can erase.
(Verse 2)
With every step Sherlock takes, Moriarty's there,
A game of chess, played with utmost care.
Their thoughts intertwine, in a dance of deceit,
In the game of intellect, where foes always meet.
Moriarty's schemes, like a spider's web spun,
Entangling his prey until the game's won.
But Sherlock, undeterred, sees through the facade,
In the labyrinth of minds, where truth is awed.
(Pre-Chorus)
Their minds collide, in a clash of ideals,
In the battleground of thoughts, where cunning reveals.
Sherlock and Moriarty, two sides of the same coin,
In the eternal struggle, where intellect will enjoin.
(Chorus)
Sherlock and Moriarty, the legends of lore,
In the endless saga, where they both explore.
They play their games, with each move, each twist,
In the labyrinth of minds, where none can resist.
(Bridge)
Through London's winding streets, where history is spun,
Their footsteps echo, in the race never won.
In the heart of the city, where shadows entwine,
They chase each other, in a relentless design.
Beneath the moon's gaze, they dance through the night,
In a battle of brilliance, where wrong meets right.
Their rivalry timeless, their conflict profound,
As they shape the fate of the city, on hallowed ground.
(Pre-Chorus)
Their minds collide, in a clash of ideals,
In the battleground of thoughts, where cunning reveals.
Sherlock and Moriarty, two sides of the same coin,
In the eternal struggle, where intellect will enjoin.
(Chorus)
Sherlock and Moriarty, a tango of mind and might,
In the labyrinth of intellect, where they both alight.
They dance their dance, with each move, each twist,
In the never-ending showdown, where none can resist.
[Fade Out]
