I sit here, staring out in the winds.
far beyond my prison tower, rises mountain tinds.
My secret has ben found,
I have lost my crown.
The sickness in her betrayal,
It's not the loss of my name that troubles my mind,
but how she could.. seem so kind.
How she could, do anything not to fail.
Dressed in deception's clothing,
down the ile of hate she was floating.
Couldn't see it then,
how this gracefull devil would end,
my days of love.. my days of life.
Now I look out of my loneliness,
and to myself I humbly confess.
I was the fool, the joke of them all.
That alone, was my fall.
I was the clown, the harlequin now.
Untrue to me they would bow.
Then when I turned my back,
they would be laughing at my lack.
To those liars a great komedy,
to me, a devastating tragedy.
Burned and gone are those few true,
them only one's I really knew.
Brother, oh brother.. I failed you.
This temptress, this witch, she did brew.
That hate in which I slayed you.
"It's not me, I'm not the danger here,
that is the mistress which you hold dear."
Your final words, I responded with cold steel,
and with the grasp on my sword did my own faith seal.
Forgive me brother.. I'm punished forever for this crime.
Up here in this prison tower, I have forever's time. |
