| Sound the siren, the storm has come |
| Searching for answers posing no significance |
| To the self |
| The ritual has run it’s malignant fucking course |
| Forsaken to the core |
| By the constant cut-throat game of lust |
| Stow into the underworld |
| Your pain endowed |
| Feast on silence |
| Until the island sinks |
| Til' the ghosts at bay |
| Swim the sweet song of revenge |
| Right down to your soul |
| Passion flows with revenge |
| Her glowing eyes |
| Speak to him |
| Temptation he can’t resist |
| (He waits for her in suspense) |
| Tonight the meadows stir with strife. |
| The dream is over, it’s not your fault |
| You toil in these thoughts so willingly |
| The dream is over, it’s not your fault |
| I’m wide awake without you |
| Promise me you won’t be so disarming |
| Oh, how intent |
| I can see it in your eyes |
| I would rather be safe than sorry |
| It’s a crying shame that you have turned out insane. |
| The dream is over, it’s not your fault |
| You toil in these thoughts so willingly |
| The dream is over, it’s not your fault |
| I’m wide awake without you |
| Baby tell me a story… |
| One I haven’t heard |
| Before I end this tale of a spiteful man |
| Cause' I’ll hide inside my mind |
| If it’ll take you to the end |
| Cause' I’m caught intoxicated |
| With the sweet liquour of revenge |
| How could you love as I once had |
| When all was true in the moment |
| For love is just a word to you |
| A tool to lose an opponent, yeahhhhh |
| He’s got her weak singing blood is in the air |
| Oh, it’s in her bloody stair |
| Yeah, he’s got her singing blood is in the air, tonight |
| Blood is in the air. |
| Blood is in the air. |