Between the shadow and the candles breath Shes feeding up her secret and she is hiding out, out, out Deep in the garden of newly found truths Among the voices leading thoughts And keeping awake Under the moon shes bathing in her blood Cursing the world or with the shadow having a date Weaving the silence just to stay alive Where voices draw the ways of an unknown fate A well where she kneels in the sickening dream Drinking voraciously black water She runs from us not listening to the words The thinning ice is moaning along her course Its getting hotter, hotter, hotter... STRONG AS AN ANGEL I CUT THE CLOUDS And you dont know the strength of wings that youll get from me WHEN PROPHECY TURNS INTO LIFE But you can feel the color and the shape theyll be AND WHEN THE SILENCE KILLS THE FEAR You know so little when youre standing out there proud and mean THE QUEEN OF SILENCE, HERES THE NEW ME And hows that blood of yours, now tell me Queen And you dont know the strength of wings that youll get from me But you can tell the color and the shape theyll be You know so little when youre standing out there proud and mean And tell me now, how tasty is your blood? Oh Queen!
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