- Sonata Arctica The Vice 歌词
- Sonata Arctica
- 0:25Number nine out of eleven little littermates
Rotten apples, all the way...
Littermates, all with different fates...
Taught them almost all
I knewand now, the best, the primus
Number Nine of eleven little littermates,feeling almighty,is after my throne.0:53
In the bright daylight, little
Number Nine
Dressed to kill, much like me
Takes a look at the free world behind the gate
Of a castle and escapes.1:03
I leave the baits, the night awaits
Snare well hidden for the littermate.
Evaded all but one, one by one.1:11
Eleven little littermates
Annihilate.
Only Number
Nine's not in sight...
Hiding, for the moonlight eats the day
Kisses burn the paperthin wings away1:47.
Hate me, hate me, if they want you to break me
Love – is – for - the weak
And the restless, relief in the end.
A broken lock and a twisted dream1:56for an early tomb, destiny's overruled
Trailed it back to the
Pagan Cathedral."2:03Don't love me, don't you dare!I lie, I cheat and I don't careDon't you go telling me tales about fidelity.truth ain't safe with me2:13In (sane), in (pain)Ran into a needleEye (love), Eye (hate)don't need anyoneLights (on), Lights (out)read it loud and clear...and hear the lion roar.without my eyes, they failed me,knots untied.I turned my weakness into afine professionmore I hear, more I seeI can feelthe path I chooseWhat I did was a must,Faced the music, away from the light, alone...Without a view.Someone thought to know me wellDrowned me in a wishing well...Making mistakes, we all do,Worst of mine was trusting in a stranger.For now I'm feeling fineDrank poison, liked the signNow touch the greatest fearImpaired, to look sincere.One step behind you, turn around and I am gone with what I need.The essense of timely death, cold and dark, Love Less Hard.
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