For a game I sold my soul Filled the cup and left my home On a winter’s eve I failed Spilled the blood and turned away
Feel the demon trapped inside No sweet caress in the agony of your night
The hawk of light now spreads its wings The unknown stranger gains the crown In a mystic night when the minstrel sings A spell of darkness takes me down
Grieve and sorrow disturbing the bliss Fall from heaven into the abyss
Fall from grace before your brother’s eyes When the light in me begins to burn shining in my eyes so bright Can’t embrace the sun of paradise In the darkness of your heart you yearn for freedom till your task is done Be a coward but feign a brave And in madness still you play the fool denying what you should have been Thy blood runs from your cradle to your grave While thy curse is still living on and on and on
Roaming lonely through the lands Praise the night and curse the day Wash the blood from your hands The hawk of light now flies away
Hear my sweet chants, fall asleep Dream of pleasures, a dream so deep
In secret tales my name appears Bound to grief and choked with tears Look to the mirror, behold my face Read my tale and fall from grace
Graceful brother, take my leave In shame and sorrow, hate and grief
Fall from grace before your brother’s eyes When the light in me begins to burn shining in my eyes so bright Can’t embrace the sun of paradise In the darkness of your heart you yearn for freedom till your task is done Be a coward but feign a brave And in madness still you play the fool denying what you should have been Thy blood runs from your cradle to your grave While thy curse is still living on and on and on
For another lifetime He walked this troubled earth Sunrise melting darkness The place of his rebirth For a game he sold his soul to me Performing my designs to eternity
Fall from grace before your brother’s eyes When the light in me begins to burn shining in my eyes so bright Can’t embrace the sun of paradise In the darkness of your heart you yearn for freedom till your task is done Be a coward but feign a brave And in madness still you play the fool denying what you should have been Thy blood runs from your cradle to your grave While thy curse is still living on and on and onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
