Soul Temptation by Brainstorm
Slowly falling, slipping down, but i don't hit the ground
Still my soul is a slave to to the cozen sound
The benefactor of the worlds, his daughter, just so frail
In a room of tragedy, illusions to unveil
The trident-hearing lord of lies, appears in diefferent ray
His sword of light reflects her delightful face
Not to disregard myself, discharge my enemy
It manifests in different slaveries
And as the wind blows in cold inside the room
Her angel wings now keenly hurt me too
Blood on my hands, a painful legacy
A foresight might, a magic enemy
But i can't hide myself this way
She looked at me and slipped away
When you hear me with all the brightness you've been told
When you fear me sharp as a razor with a heard of gold
When you feel me, strange and beautiful and pain,
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