Hatred comes
Love goes
Where is my heart
Taken by crows
–
They steal away
In the night
Cursing my bones
A wretched plight
My body grows old
My strength grows weak
Yet still I hold
That which I seek
–
A poison apple
Both good and bad
It gives me life
But makes me sad
Should these worlds
Ever part
Blood will spill
Armageddon will start
–
So please stay true
Like angels blood
So we avoid
This holy flood
Tides Of Fate
