Don't look back
Are we alone, left to rot and wither in the cold?
Can we hope for a life in circles, never growing old?
Believe; embrace the stories living in the sand
Release; and trace the echoes buried by your hand
Release the stories living in the sand
Don't look back
I'll breathe while I can feel
Nothing
Unravel these wires surrounding my mind
Truth be told, I can feel it coming and my fear begins to wane
And you don't know that I am one and the same
I want nothing less:
To be cursed in you, the crimson baroness
I want nothing less
Be cursed in you as the legends predict
Remove what is left
Feed the ashes to mortal men
I want nothing less
Built from you, the dead hand that we give
Are we alone, left to rot and wither in the cold?
Can we hope for a life in circles; never growing old?
Believe; embrace the stories living in the sand
Release; and trace the echoes buried by your hand
Release the stories living in the sand