Sonata Arctica - The Vice | Текст песни

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Number one out of eleven little littermates
Rotten apples, all the way
Littermates, all with different fates...
Taught them almost all i knew

And now the best, the primus,
Number nine of eleven little litter mates,
Feeling almighty
Is after my throne

In the bright daylight, little number nine,
Dressed to kill much like me.
Takes a look at the free world behind the gate,
Of the castle and escapes,

I leave the baits, the night awaits,
Snare well hidden for the litter mate.
Evaded all but one {One by one}

Eleven little litter mates,
Annihilate
Only number nine's not in sight.
Hiding for the moonlight, eats the day
Kisses burn their paper thin wings away

If you
Hate me, hate me, they want you to break me,
love is for the weak
And the restless, relief in the end
A broken lock and a twisted dream

For an early tomb, destiny's over ruled
Trailed it back to the Pagan Cathedral

Don't love me, don't you dare,
I lie, I cheat and I don't care.
Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity
Truth ain't safe me free.

In (sane), in (pain)
Run into a needle
Eye (love), I (hate)
Don't need anyone,
Lights (on), Lights (out)
Read it loud and clear
And hear the lion roar

Without my eyes, they failed me,
Knots united
I turned my weakness into a
Fine profession
More I hear, More I see,
I can feel
The path i choose
What I did was a must,
Face the music, away from the light, alone
Without the view

Someone thought to know me well
Drowned me in a wishing well,
Making mistakes, we all do,
Worst of mine was trusting In a stranger

For now I'm feeling fine,
Drank poison liked the sign
Now touch the greatest fear,
Impaired to look sincere.

One step behind you,
Turn around, and I am gone with what I need.
The essence of timely death, cold and dark, Love Less heart.

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