Song Lyrics

""Consumed with desire approaching the home that made him believe Everything's silent the darkness will never deceive He can be alone in his home he can hide from the world there He's staying away from them all doesn't want to be known there The open door reveals this hell Inside the horrors of the night All the people from the village strewn A hundred faces that died screaming He's falling to pieces he falls to the ground and he prays it's a dream He's dying in silence he's dying to see her again From the cellar he hears a scream he can't believe what he finds there There she stands before him again \""Please don't leave me alone here\"" Now is the time to hear the tale Finding the truth between the lies Now is the time to face this truth He looks upon her with dead eyes He's falling to pieces he falls to the ground and he prays it's a dream He's dying in silence he's dying to see her again \""I was taken far away in the night from mother's arms my father tried Buried deep shameful he for the evil brought to life village woman hide my name Born like me was a brother a different path for the wake A better life with higher value brings the savior of shame A family of wealth comes calling adopting the boy as their own Left only with a promise you must never return\"" It's all so clear he realizes. As he stands before his twin with memories of what they've done Born of incestuous wedlock She's the child of the curse given to him the heart of gold For the priest filled with fire draws a stone with delight Driving force to deliver his end to arrive in time He's drowning in fire he falls to the ground and he prays it's a dream Waiting forever the darkness is welcoming him They're falling to pieces he's losing the only thing he's ever loved He's dying to hold her \""You're welcome to die in my arms\"" \""Oh I'm falling to pieces Falling to pieces Dying alone fading forever Fading forever Oh I will be waiting Don't wait for me\"" \""You will live on through our unborn child\""""

Dan Swanoe, Paul Kuhr, Ragnar Widerberg