Singing songs of melody
My broken heart doth cry
At the pain that lies within my soul
My tired mind doth sigh
My trembling hands beneath my cloak
Are drenched in crimson red,
My vains doth weep my sorrow
upon my tender flesh.
The woolly lies that I'd been taught
had finally ripped apart
The very fabric of my life screamed out i had no heart
Yet from my whithered veins did flow that aching melody
Of all my joy, of all my woe, that so said differently
My crimson hands they tremble now, oh so violently
So i must go, i must be brave, i musn't show my fear
