Waiting in the depthes of darkness
with only the pale moon light,
'neath the hunched and weeping tree
where is my savior tonight?
the only one who can take me
the one who can fight all of my fears
he's always there to make my day,
and wipe away my tears
the sound is faint
soft footsteps drawing near
i hear the goastly whispers,
not him, i filled with fear
screams are muffled
and hands are bound
helpless now
i hear the laughing sounds
being carried away,
but not by my love
not in his arms,
but in thier gloves
tonight is too dark
so i fail to see.
i need my hero,
where could he be?
in an empty room
with candles and ropes
i've just awakened,
with shattered hopes
suddenly i hear,
the calling of my name
being chased down the halls,
my love has finally came
just inside the door,
once again i see his face.
but with the blood he falls,
and they come to take my grace.
i cannot breath
and i begin to weep
i can
not let them have me,
ill prevent it in one sweep
the blade to her neck
had been to take what she'd saved
it was only for her love
so she pressed her neck up,
and went to the grave
arising with a groan
his body filled with pain
seeing what they'ed done
caused him to go insane
running to his love
knocking down all in the way
a simple candle caused a deadly flame
and the bandits ran away
lying over her bruised and bloody body
both hearts had been broken
and while fire engulfed their bodies
their love remained unspoken
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