Whispered Dreams

Morning has broken;

You stare at the clouds from your windowpane

Voices that fade in the mist,

You try to call out in vain

Lost in the shadows

Whilst standing at the crossroads heavily burdened

Came forth a vision with a message so clear

You can borrow beg or steal, but...

If you care to make a deal

Listen to the devil's trill

I'll play for your sole delight

Now come and take my hand

Until you meet your end

I swear to be your servant

Fire, fire, I'll be waiting by your funeral pyre

Fire down below. Burn in,

Fire, fire, I'll grant you what your heart desires

Rest and be assured,

I will!

Young heart of gold you've been warned,

You've been told not to call his name

Stuck in this place for so long,

Enthralled by a fake romance

Lost for a lifetime

There's no way out of here you're caught in a landslide

The hall of whispered dreams where heretics dance

Silent cursed and alone you dwell

Rebuked for a thousand years

Ending your life in tears

Vanquished by all your fears

Cast out of eden's garden

And robbed of all pardon!

You can borrow beg or steal, but...

If you care to make a deal

Listen to the devil's trill

And walk with me once more.

Waiting by your funeral pyre

Burning flames to fuel the fire