The Vice (исполнитель: Sonata Arctica)
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 broken lock and a twisted dream For an early tomb, destiny's [bad word] 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 [bad word] ain't safe me free. In (sane), in [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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.