كلمات Silverthorn

Curse or repayment Truth or illusion? (In my) noble asylum When dark hours linger The sinister silence Is bowed into millions of tears The sweetness of sound Turns to raging thunder A deadly serenade in the moonlight The bringer of pain Like fear on a silver plate I am frozen, betrayed by myself When will this end? Same old pavilion A different appearence Is playing messiah All good was taken A thorn made of silver Abandoned my will to go on The sweetness of sound Turns to raging thunder A deadly serenade in the moonlight The bringer of pain Like fear on a silver plate I am frozen, betrayed by myself When will this end? Life is a flower Fading away We are not destined to stay Love is forever The spirit is free Time is a borrowed gift for you and me The sweetness of sound Turns to raging thunder A deadly serenade in the moonlight The bringer of pain Like fear on a silver plate I am frozen, betrayed by myself (When will this end?) A deadly serenade in the moonlight The bringer of pain Like fear on a silver plate I am frozen, betrayed by myself Everything comes to an end