There is a legend that I tell,
Of a creature born straight of hell...
His breath warm against her neck,
Trying hard to resist the temptation...
Im sitten here wondering where you are day by day...
Cry out in the middle of the night.
Stare into the darkness of your room...
A maiden with a harp
Playing to the swans...
Running through the Evil Forest
Must get away...
She sits in the darkness of the night
and watches her injured prey...
Cry - your tears are the river that feeds my...
Lie - your suffering is the road to my eliberation...
Running
Faces in the night...
Have you ever seen a clown cry?
Or heard a tigers lullaby...
Perhaps I should leave you
Alone and afraid...
Speckles drain from the sky
Drowning cities in the blink of an eye...