Whispered Dreams

Morning has broken; You stare at the clouds from your windowpane Voices that fade in the mist, You try to call out in vain Lost in the shadows Whilst standing at the crossroads heavily burdened Came forth a vision with a message so clear You can borrow beg or steal, but... If you care to make a deal Listen to the devil's trill I'll play for your sole delight Now come and take my hand Until you meet your end I swear to be your servant Fire, fire, I'll be waiting by your funeral pyre Fire down below. Burn in, Fire, fire, I'll grant you what your heart desires Rest and be assured, I will! Young heart of gold you've been warned, You've been told not to call his name Stuck in this place for so long, Enthralled by a fake romance Lost for a lifetime There's no way out of here you're caught in a landslide The hall of whispered dreams where heretics dance Silent cursed and alone you dwell Rebuked for a thousand years Ending your life in tears Vanquished by all your fears Cast out of eden's garden And robbed of all pardon! You can borrow beg or steal, but... If you care to make a deal Listen to the devil's trill And walk with me once more. Waiting by your funeral pyre Burning flames to fuel the fire