My Sweet Captor

on the wings of the fallen, i ride from your grace

always abandoning deaths embrace

another day; a charade, a lie in my face

trying to escape the bars in my mind

this prison that you have the key,

forgotten in exile, i pray to the wind

that someday you will return to me,

or that my death will come swiftly

 

from they day that you uttered the noblest of lies

to the day the betrayal was laid

i have sworn to the earth and the seas as a witness

that my heart be now locked away

deep within the darkness and your memories will lie

corrupting the walls that surround them.

accross the river of blood i call unto you

return my sweet captor, return