quinta-feira, 9 de abril de 2009

#1 Queen Without A throne

Inner peace turned to pieces smashed against the wall of shame

Empty houses empty hearts with none to blame

Cryptic murmours of the dead that wait

Past lifes of men

Consumed by their bliding faith

Great cities of the world turned to stone

Opressive rulers took over the throne
THis is the last time i write

IM a lover not a soldier

Im tired of this fight

Im a sinner not a warrior

I want to do this right
If i kill is for you

If i fight is for your love

I only spill tears not blood

There is so much to be told

Stories without an end

About all the nights i have spent

Thinking about you

Battling against myself

All this meaningless fights were just a test

THe true battle is about to come
How can i find the right words to say

Talk about this feeling i cant explain
Frozen figures of people that once lived

Contemplated your beautie and became statues oh your eyes turn us to stone

The beauty of a queen without a throne
Frozen figures without a soul

Cold objects without love ,no guilt no remorse

Cold queen, cold hands, cold heartCold lips i taste them as my blood turns to ice, my heart turns to stone

I see no differenceWhat i have become?
I once loved you

Now i hate you with all my strenghts

Once i wanted to be like you

Now i want to kill you
Queen without a throne

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