Versuri Elvenking - The Blackest Of My Hearts

Album: Elvenking - Two Tragedy Poets (...and a Caravan of Weird Figures) 2008

Maybe I should cry, maybe I should deny 

my tired face looking so grim
A jarful of thoughts is waiting under the sheets,
another sleepless night

I don't feel ashamed, I feel no guilt
I need to stay alive
Since there is no time, since the sands still flow
I will be there

The blackest of my hearts, the sweetest of my words
Am I strong enough?
I'll never forget, everything lives
Until my flesh will be no more

A sense of deep frustration tinges with black my heart
I cannot cry I want to die
A grandeur manifestation of a wrong self-addiction
There's no end to ease this pain

Lost in those eyes, stolen by that scent
digging down my skin
Shivers that cut like sharpened knives
my wounds, will they ever heal?

This story is a black spiral without an end,
carry me follow me deep into this hell
Take my hand know and everyday of a life that won't exsist
Are we gonna meet again someday? so many years from now
When I'm asking you is more than everything, no more compromises
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