Blood Moon Songtext
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Blood Moon Songtext
Where am I now? I′ve disappeared
A red moon is rising and the fog has cleared
What did I do? I was mislead
When did I come to the world of the dead?
"You better hurry, the overture has now been played
Run, run! Presto! Too much allegro!
Just follow the rest of my brigade
Sing, sing!"
A choir of thousand voices
A thousand spirits with no choices
They've lost their shape
I need to escape
Collect ten souls: invigorate
Collect ten more: reanimate
Still, I′m not safe. She's after me
Leave me alone. I want to break free
Through the wicked forest
Through the thickest mist
Under naked sky where I once was kissed
By the one whose name I've vowed to
Never speak again
Her treacherous lips have poisoned many men
One unfortunate gaze into her eyes
And you will have to pay the price
No faces, no hearts
Slaves of the black arts
As I see light slipping through the forest roof
Fingers reaching for me
I feel a gentle touch, a cold caress
My eyelids close and I can sense her
The fairest one, with blackened eyes
A faint scent′s bringing back memories of a place void of hope
As we approach the postlude my mind goes blank
A red moon is rising and the fog has cleared
What did I do? I was mislead
When did I come to the world of the dead?
"You better hurry, the overture has now been played
Run, run! Presto! Too much allegro!
Just follow the rest of my brigade
Sing, sing!"
A choir of thousand voices
A thousand spirits with no choices
They've lost their shape
I need to escape
Collect ten souls: invigorate
Collect ten more: reanimate
Still, I′m not safe. She's after me
Leave me alone. I want to break free
Through the wicked forest
Through the thickest mist
Under naked sky where I once was kissed
By the one whose name I've vowed to
Never speak again
Her treacherous lips have poisoned many men
One unfortunate gaze into her eyes
And you will have to pay the price
No faces, no hearts
Slaves of the black arts
As I see light slipping through the forest roof
Fingers reaching for me
I feel a gentle touch, a cold caress
My eyelids close and I can sense her
The fairest one, with blackened eyes
A faint scent′s bringing back memories of a place void of hope
As we approach the postlude my mind goes blank
Writer(s): Lindstroem Andreas Martin, Nissilae Emil Ivan, Vicente Ihanus Raul Betsalel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com