Charon She Hates
Say no more, heÂ's craving for your heart
Deep where secrets have been kept in ice
And the fire in these hands burns when you must keep it inside now
Pray no more when every path is through
It has got to be faith, it has got to be the end of the race
Cold whispering sounds of breeze
Makes her to forgive
Something we deceived
Frail me slowly gave it up to you
Healed needs blacken every heartless words
and the fire in my soul turns into a liquid as I crawl
Pray no more when every line is through
It has got to be faith, it has got to be the end of the cries
For the sorrow she hates the life
Cold whispering sounds of breeze
Makes her to forgive
Something we deceived
Buried in to your wounds it cries
For the sorrow she hates the life
For the sorrow she hates the life.
