Из альбома: Tales From Serpentia
May you drown with each breath
That you take
Your bones shall be brittle
Like twigs in the fall
The taste of your blood on your lips
On your tongue
I curse you!
You can’t speak
You can’t call out for help
Your eyes fail you
The dark closes in And you shall know
With that last certainty
Who curse you!
Listen now to this oldest of tales
There is jealousy
Murder
And grisly revenge
An unfaithful woman
A husband betrayed,
And ancient magic
Death alone would not satisfy him
This offense calls for more than just pain
The intruder must know that his sin
Has damned him
You can’t speak
You can’t call out for help
Your eyes fail you
The dark closes in And you shall know
With that last certainty
Who curse you!
May you drown with each breath
That you take
Your bones shall be brittle
Like twigs in the fall
The taste of your blood on your lips
On your tongue
I curse you!
But her lover discovered the curse
And our tale takes a horrible turn
For the bullets and arrows you shoot
All come back to you
The puppet — Unfinished
Awaiting alock of his hair
The brush that she once left
Will set a new path for the curse
Now she drowns with each breath
That she takes
Her bones are brittle
Like twigs in the fall
The taste of blood on her lips
And her tongue
I cursed her?!
she can’t speak. She can’t call out for help
Her eyes fail her. The dark closes in And she knows with that last certainty
Who curse her
And I shout and I punch at the clouds
But all I do is to wear out my arms
And we know with that last certainty
I cursed her!