For how long have they done thy will
The sun of midnight is ever the son
How much it takes to see what burns our skin
Oh, what have we achieved by this
Words are spoken and things are done, what is wrong?
God is damned, but god-damned is alright
I can't find myself
Don't need this anymore
The loss of strength could not have me
Catapults, I'm back on my feet
While by our lady precious chaos rules
For how long has all been in dirt
Let's hope it rains
I think they're dying, or is it just me?
Well, at least the stars gave birth to something new
But if it's the kind of love
And it's the kind of love
That we've been warned about
They're in trouble
And the stakes are high as that of Bruno's
For all the humble tyrants nowadays
Is it better to keep on singing?
Your paths were never even close to mine
When I was cast aside, I thought it'd be my fate
With hollow eyes, Proserpina's garden is left behind
And the stakes are high as that of Bruno's
For all the humble tyrants nowadays
Is it better to keep on singing
Your paths were never even close to mine
