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I heard you can make the darkness weep,
but the strings and gratings trip you up
I once saw an angel cry..

Erase the black from the alleyways
These swings will overwhelm me
this is our final stand

And the empollador screams

'Leave me be..
leave me be..
leave me be..'

Storm clouds block the Sun's release
the third son of the tyranny rides
and the King's men circle my head

Silver lining's aren't glued on anymore
unravel into the sea
and all signs say 'This way please.'

while the empollador screams

'Leave me be..
leave me be..
leave me be..'

Hands release their cautious grip
but the sands have died on queue
white light cries from the moon

when all hope has finally drowned
just take a trip to the clouded town
thats where the gallows prey..

and the empollador sleeps,

Dream of me..
Dream of me..
Dream of me..
Last edited by aidzo_og at May 18, 2010,