Testi:
Woe Is Me For The Likes Of You

, for fruitless scars, just cut your chords Your back will keep breaking, from this glass house, that you have created Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for

yourself, for fruitless scars, just cut your chords Your back will keep breaking, from this glass house, that you have created Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for

. Tell me where you are, Lost-In-Silence Where's you parting soul roaming blindly Waiking up for a moment and then Falling down the sleep anew You

with their woe A gathering of vermin collide against the Hebrew's foes God presents severity like never seen before His words to Moses rumbles like

I've spat on his throne and scoffed at his lies. I'll install a new kingdom to which there will be everlasting indulgence for you and me. Soon we shall

is my own reality. Bemocking of me, the beast of hell You're caught in an evil spell Last stertor thrown, my tired lungs Tearing shout is listened, all is

the chains of woe Spartacus himself is watchin' The revolution of slaves Resistance for respect Cause humanity is just a fake Deep fear is their only

claws, sire. Our victory here is assured. [The Emperor Koord:] You should not call your falcons before the hunt is done, my loyal servitor. Overconfidence is

someone Better for you You think I'm too young To see this thing through. Oh, James Letting me down again, James. (Ooh, let me down) down, down (Ooh, let me down) let me