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Paroles
They locked me here behind this door
where light and darkness fight no more.
The world is grey the world is still
Outside the door the world lives still.
"'A punishment,' they say? What have I done that was so wrong?"
A song of anger, a song of rage
A song of souls, slain by blades
And though the souls of Evermore beat heartily at my chamber door
They move it not and rage once more.
They have only the wind to carry their cries.
I sit alone, they come and go.
And as the wind beats at my door
My soul drips out upon the floor.
I watch it flow and hear once more
The song of souls out side my door.
They plead for blood, they promise wrath
This I hear and much, much more.
"Time wears on.. I grow old..
I looked into my pooling soul.
The door grows weak, the souls still seek
And the wind blows ever at my chamber door."
A crack opens, a mouse comes in
And as I look around once more
I look again at the soul. the soul pooled upon my floor.
A gasp, a stumble and a fall as the wind howls once more.
And when the wind blew down my door
My blood was found upon the floor.
A mouse lapped at it and moved no more
"...and still the wind blew at my door."
where light and darkness fight no more.
The world is grey the world is still
Outside the door the world lives still.
"'A punishment,' they say? What have I done that was so wrong?"
A song of anger, a song of rage
A song of souls, slain by blades
And though the souls of Evermore beat heartily at my chamber door
They move it not and rage once more.
They have only the wind to carry their cries.
I sit alone, they come and go.
And as the wind beats at my door
My soul drips out upon the floor.
I watch it flow and hear once more
The song of souls out side my door.
They plead for blood, they promise wrath
This I hear and much, much more.
"Time wears on.. I grow old..
I looked into my pooling soul.
The door grows weak, the souls still seek
And the wind blows ever at my chamber door."
A crack opens, a mouse comes in
And as I look around once more
I look again at the soul. the soul pooled upon my floor.
A gasp, a stumble and a fall as the wind howls once more.
And when the wind blew down my door
My blood was found upon the floor.
A mouse lapped at it and moved no more
"...and still the wind blew at my door."
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