Sound the siren, the storm [bad word] 
Searching for answers posing no significance 
To the self 
The ritual [bad word] it's malignant [bad word] course 

Forsaken to the core 
By the constant cut-throat game of lust 
Stow into the underworld 
Your pain endowed 

Feast on silence 
Until the island sinks 
Til' the ghosts at bay 
Swim the sweet song of revenge 
Right down to your soul 
Passion flows with revenge 

Her glowing eyes 
Speak to him 
Temptation he can't resist 
(He waits for her in suspense) 

Tonight the meadows stir with strife.. 

The dream is over, it's not your fault 
You toil in these thoughts so willingly 
The dream is over, it's not your fault 
I'm wide awake without you 

Promise me you won't be so disarming 
Oh, how intent 
I can see it in your eyes 
I would rather be safe than sorry 
It's a crying shame that you have turned out insane.. 

The dream is over, it's not your fault 
You toil in these thoughts so willingly 
The dream is over, it's not your fault 
I'm wide awake without you 

Baby tell me a story... 
One I haven't heard 
Before I end this tale of a spiteful man 
Cause' I'll hide inside my mind 
If it'll take you to the end 
Cause' I'm caught intoxicated 
With the sweet liquour of revenge 

How could you love as I once had 
When all was [bad word] in the moment 
For love is just a word to you 
tool to lose an opponent, yeahhhhh 
He's got her weak singing blood is in the air 
Oh, it's in her bloody stair 
Yeah, he's got her singing blood is in the air, tonight 
Blood is in the air.. 
Blood is in the air..