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• Artiste: Cain's Offering
• Titre: Stolen Waters
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My lady of pain, Always come without a warning. And tear a little heart apart. Every mistake, and every tear, That's set on falling. Each and every one wears my name. Don't place your hopes on me, For I'm gonna let you down. I am better left alone, Please leave my loneliness unbroken. The charm of stolen waters, Revenge is hard and upon my hand. My only true redeemer, The only thing I still can feel. Keep your distance. Don't come to close, Or I will hurt you. Even though don't want to. (Just run) So hard to make a stand, When all I ever asked, Still leaves this hunger, Unsatisfied. Still I miss the morning dues, Still I crave for the warming sun. Temptation to power through. It breaks my will and leaves me pain. The charm of stolen waters, Revenge is hard and upon my hand. One fragile passing moment. Just one more dream that did not last. Her angel wings, now broken. I've become the face of misery. Go to her heart, to open. In silence archers watch her bleed. It doesn't stand. Young heart fool on her way. And though every lie, you will be mine tonight. Naked and tied, stripped of her pain. Betrayer of our dreams, pale moonlight. Hold me, closer. Pray that the night's never over. Be me, so meanly. I am so close, yet so far away. [Solo] Don't place your hopes on me, For I'm gonna let you down. I am better left alone, Please leave my loneliness unbroken. The charm of stolen waters. Revenge is hard and upon my hand. One fragile passing moment. Just one more dream that did not last. Her angel wings, now broken. I've become the face of misery. Go to her heart, to open. In silence archers watch her bleed. (The charm of stolen waters) Revenge is hard and upon my hand. (My only true redeemer) The only thing I still can feel.