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
Um dos poucos e bonitos textos :) quero-te ver a escrever, e em Portugues tambem! fã nr1 :D
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