'Twas the oldest story in the book He desires the one thing he cannot have My darling queen, I lay myself at your feet And I shall stay the hands of
were the gods to keep their riches from my rightful treasure I truly have become one of them, my fatal flaw Oh yeah, I've got her hook, line and sinker
whispers leave one so far chain these hands of ageless struggle rid us of this beloved curse an epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver
Black engulfs the dying light As he falls on frail wings of vanity and wax Black engulfs the dying light As he falls on frail wings of vanity and wax
forced to choose between A life of revenge or regret As I thirst for vengeance, My heart struggles to come to grips Why would you leave me to die, Turn, and
tale of our utopia survives tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash but the fight for her honor will rage on I hope I never see the
She haunts me in dreams I see her silhouette dance Across landscapes of golden Light and autumn in my dreams Her soft eyes see through my tortured soul
Who would have thought My life would end up like this? I never even got the chance To see her face or to touch her hair And now it's too late I didn
angel Apathy cries out from your lungs, indifference reeks of fiction Time will tell how far you will go I can't see why you'd run and hide excluding
the fear growing in their lost eyes My purpose is so clear, I am the ax I am the ax and this is why I must not fear the end And when I'm gone, will you
Foolish Actions, Will cost so, Many Good men. Achilles has come, A thousand sails approaching, Sent here in her name to reclaim the one i stole, and
: ...black engulfs the dying light as he falls on frail wings of vanity and wax..
forced to choose between a life of revenge or regret as I thirst for vengeance, my heart struggles to come to grips why would you leave me to die, turn, and
: she haunts me in dreams I see her silhouette dance across landscapes of golden light and autumn ...in my dreams... her soft eyes see through my tortured
this? I didn't mean to hurt her, not hurt her like this...I can't feel my legs I can't feel my legs and I can't even cry...how could somebody die like
wake from this perfect dream I'll escape from Eden's walls can I not stay and live this lie? go away and I'll think only of myself And to think that
to be happy for you and don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too I don't want your pity...I hate your pity taste your vanity and
: [spoken:] This the oldest story in the book... he desires the one thing he cannot have... my darling queen, I lay myself at your feet and I shall