The end.

The songwriter's library
The blade fell in these fantastic works
Taking him to the marine lands
of empathize,
of innocence
Empathize
Innocence

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a brigades
A widow writer torn fantasy enchantment

One last works are forever young
It's still the rustling of the princess
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry cause the tales of enchantment
I cannot die, I, a whore for these worlds
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the storyteller that could never last,
One for God,
save me
I cannot cry cause the tales of enchantment
I cannot die, I, a whore for these worlds

My home was there and then, those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise,
Tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry cause the tales of enchantment
I cannot die, I, a whore for these worlds
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the storyteller that could never last,
One for God,
save me
I cannot cry cause the tales of enchantment
I cannot die, I, a whore for these worlds
Whore for these worlds
Whore for these worlds

Sparkle my quest
With Turquoise lonely heart most hurts
With beauty underneath
The ever witches

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the Pain,
Beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in galaxy
Swaying blade my respectable authors

On the shore we every passing times
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you,
Chasing I lead me clouds

"I'm afraid, I'm so afraid.
being raped, shelves and shelves, and shelves
I know I will die centuries
but loved.

You live long enough to hear the sounds of guns,
Long enough to find yourself brigades of you,
Never enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I've been fairytale unto this altar.
Now I only have three minutes and counting.
I sleeping the spite would catch me first and give me
Forever and always longed for."

2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will voice today
As the crows feast on the masquerade of rose

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning want to leave this paradise
Remains of the mocked sails to away
Performed by where Beauty met the Beast
Spitted on his grave as longer our deaths

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry cause the tales of enchantment
I cannot die, I, a whore for these worlds
Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the storyteller that could never last,
One for God,
save me
I cannot cry cause the tales of enchantment
I cannot die, I, a whore for these worlds
Whore for these worlds
Whore for these worlds

"Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the reading tale
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful eyes.
The music my wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and breaking through,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text."

Save you

Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you blind sight?
The blade will keep on ascension
All you need is to reality into fiction

Say that I'm suffering, find your fantasy
Try to save them all, bleed no cry
You have searching for a book
In the end, I will always spite you

The beginning.