Song | Foeman's Bride |
Artist | Lyriel |
Album | Paranoid Circus |
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Black like the rose | |
That fell on the floor | |
Near to your toes | |
In days before | |
Black like the night | |
In her ivory tower | |
In her darkest hour | |
All words are so trite | |
Kindred in mind | |
Connate to the core | |
Granded and blessed by his light | |
So he must be the one to show me | |
How to live and never die | |
Oh my dear, it's time to step aside | |
Be aware! You've become your foeman ́s bride | |
The higher you will go, the deeper you can fall | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness call | |
Black like wet stones | |
After a sudden rain | |
Your tears bemoan | |
The despair in vain | |
Black is the colour | |
Of my lover ́s eyes | |
Black that ain't cover | |
My time still runs dry | |
Captured in mind | |
Deprived of the marrow | |
Enslaved and constrained by his light | |
So now he is the one to show that | |
Lover ́s eyes are black and they can lie! | |
Oh my dear, it's time to step aside | |
Be aware! You've become your foeman's bride | |
The higher you will go, the deeper you can fall | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness call | |
Oh my dear, it's time to step aside | |
Be aware! You've become your foeman's bride | |
You've gone the highest way, you'll fall into disease | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness seize |
Black like the rose | |
That fell on the floor | |
Near to your toes | |
In days before | |
Black like the night | |
In her ivory tower | |
In her darkest hour | |
All words are so trite | |
Kindred in mind | |
Connate to the core | |
Granded and blessed by his light | |
So he must be the one to show me | |
How to live and never die | |
Oh my dear, it' s time to step aside | |
Be aware! You' ve become your foeman s bride | |
The higher you will go, the deeper you can fall | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness call | |
Black like wet stones | |
After a sudden rain | |
Your tears bemoan | |
The despair in vain | |
Black is the colour | |
Of my lover s eyes | |
Black that ain' t cover | |
My time still runs dry | |
Captured in mind | |
Deprived of the marrow | |
Enslaved and constrained by his light | |
So now he is the one to show that | |
Lover s eyes are black and they can lie! | |
Oh my dear, it' s time to step aside | |
Be aware! You' ve become your foeman' s bride | |
The higher you will go, the deeper you can fall | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness call | |
Oh my dear, it' s time to step aside | |
Be aware! You' ve become your foeman' s bride | |
You' ve gone the highest way, you' ll fall into disease | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness seize |
Black like the rose | |
That fell on the floor | |
Near to your toes | |
In days before | |
Black like the night | |
In her ivory tower | |
In her darkest hour | |
All words are so trite | |
Kindred in mind | |
Connate to the core | |
Granded and blessed by his light | |
So he must be the one to show me | |
How to live and never die | |
Oh my dear, it' s time to step aside | |
Be aware! You' ve become your foeman s bride | |
The higher you will go, the deeper you can fall | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness call | |
Black like wet stones | |
After a sudden rain | |
Your tears bemoan | |
The despair in vain | |
Black is the colour | |
Of my lover s eyes | |
Black that ain' t cover | |
My time still runs dry | |
Captured in mind | |
Deprived of the marrow | |
Enslaved and constrained by his light | |
So now he is the one to show that | |
Lover s eyes are black and they can lie! | |
Oh my dear, it' s time to step aside | |
Be aware! You' ve become your foeman' s bride | |
The higher you will go, the deeper you can fall | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness call | |
Oh my dear, it' s time to step aside | |
Be aware! You' ve become your foeman' s bride | |
You' ve gone the highest way, you' ll fall into disease | |
So close your eyes and let the darkness seize |