Song | Blackbird |
Artist | Amberian Dawn |
Album | End of Eden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
With hollow gaze | |
The bird looked deep into my eyes. | |
I saw sadness, | |
Followed the blackbird into the woods. | |
"I am the ghost of the child without a name | |
I sing out my tune ‒ a song from my tomb." | |
"Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. | |
The blackbird standeth on a branch | |
And from the shadows of the forest | |
Flew ten blackbirds | |
Gazing at me with their gleaming eyes. | |
Following my path through the woods | |
Sad were their eyes, in undeserved doom. | |
"Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. | |
"Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. |
With hollow gaze | |
The bird looked deep into my eyes. | |
I saw sadness, | |
Followed the blackbird into the woods. | |
" I am the ghost of the child without a name | |
I sing out my tune a song from my tomb." | |
" Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. | |
The blackbird standeth on a branch | |
And from the shadows of the forest | |
Flew ten blackbirds | |
Gazing at me with their gleaming eyes. | |
Following my path through the woods | |
Sad were their eyes, in undeserved doom. | |
" Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. | |
" Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. |
With hollow gaze | |
The bird looked deep into my eyes. | |
I saw sadness, | |
Followed the blackbird into the woods. | |
" I am the ghost of the child without a name | |
I sing out my tune a song from my tomb." | |
" Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. | |
The blackbird standeth on a branch | |
And from the shadows of the forest | |
Flew ten blackbirds | |
Gazing at me with their gleaming eyes. | |
Following my path through the woods | |
Sad were their eyes, in undeserved doom. | |
" Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. | |
" Cry in the midst of the woods is mine, | |
A hapless mother took my life. | |
No sacred ground to lay in rest, | |
In the shape of a bird I escort your way." | |
Cruel is the fate of that child. |