Idioma Origen:
Your name will walk the years
of shame
Your hands, my face, the look,
the taste
To gaze how fondly on thy
beautiful face
To fold thee in my great arms,
my dark embrace
In my arms I comforted her,
and she looked up at me
Weep she did and tried to
escape. My mind she did read
I held her face in my hands
and winked my eye
Whispering into her ear "now
you are mine"
Her eyes, her cries, my
thoughts, she dies
Walk away, she can try, and if
she does, then she dies.
She leaves behind a golden shell
Its glow does bind me to herself
And I will walk the endless miles
To hear her talk and to bask in her smile
The rain it comes, I knew it would
My tears don't run, but I wish they would.
Idioma Destino:
Your name will walk the years
of shame
Your hands, my face, the look,
the taste
To gaze how fondly on thy
beautiful face
To fold thee in my great arms,
my dark embrace
In my arms I comforted her,
and she looked up at me
Weep she did and tried to
escape. My mind she did read
I held her face in my hands
and winked my eye
Whispering into her ear "now
you are mine"
Her eyes, her cries, my
thoughts, she dies
Walk away, she can try, and if
she does, then she dies.
She leaves behind a golden shell
Its glow does bind me to herself
And I will walk the endless miles
To hear her talk and to bask in her smile
The rain it comes, I knew it would
My tears don't run, but I wish they would.