I still remember those days of our innocence 
rising clouds on horizon. 
We laughed in the sun how we use to sing 
for the moon howling with wolves through the night. 
Now I'm standing [bad word] all alone 
by the broken throne just too defeated to cry. 

We were abandoned by gods, blinded by love. 
Gore, for all the glory. 
For the one without name for the bringer of pain. 
Home, when restless are waters,  [bad word] like a hero and heroes don't cry for love. 

I still remember the touch of my lover 
the warmth of our spring morning sun. 
And like a hero I rose up against the storm. 
Darling I thought I knew. 
Now I'm [bad word] all alone thinking about 
how fortune favours the brave. 

We were abandoned by gods, blinded by love. 
Gore, for all the glory. 
For the one without name for the bringer of pain. 
Home, when restless are waters,  [bad word] like a hero and heroes don't cry for love. 

We were abandoned by gods, blinded by love. 
Gore, for all the glory. 
For the one without name for the bringer of pain. 
Home, when restless are waters,  [bad word] like a hero and heroes don't cry for love.