Cursed to this life Of darkness, sadness And utter solitude. Our love was torn apart By a greater conspiracy But we shall overcome For you mean life to me.
\"Heed my call, o raven king.\"
I shall not rest Until I'm back in your arms
Mirrors were passage ways To get through to you But now they're dead Facing the walls. From the great chambers Of the house of lost-hope Comes the sound Of flute and violin.
I shall not rest Until I cast this torment away
Break the bounds Of this tower of eternal night
From the great chambers Of the house of lost-hope Comes the sound Of flute and violin.