I’m a priest for the poorest sacrifice
I’m but a raft in a sea of sorrow, sorrow and greed
You bathed feet in my wine
Drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds
R: Put a stake! Through my heart
And drag me into sunlight
So awake! For your greed
As you’re slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
R:………………………………………………….
Blame me, it’s me
Coward, a good-for-nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on paper
Tell me why! You took all that was mine!
Stay as you lay – don’t lead me astray!
Wake up! Mow the weed!
You’d be nothing without me!
Take my life if you have heart, heart to die!
You bastards tainted my tool
Raped my words, played me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be!
The Great Ones are all dead
And I’m tired, too
I, truly, hate, you, all!
Sursa: Nightwish
I, truly, hate, you, all… in starea in care sunt acum… adica mai mult alcool decat sange.,.. vorbele astea insemna mult pentru mine…
thank you pentru un post cu adevarat frumos… maine o sa mai bag un post sa vad diferenta
ca un bonus, versuri din liceu:
I’ve felt the hate rise up in me,
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can’t see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed…