Imaad Wasif. The Voidist - 08 - "Daughter of fire". Zeneszám

DAUGHTER OF FIRE

Haunted by her faith
Rosalie laid to waste
Daughter of the caves
Rosalie became my saint

Up above the frieze
Damned and on the brink
Couldn't seem to reach you
In the throes before you sank

The life you chose left you dry
But I wonder if you smolder inside

For the centuries
At your command
Rosalie
On to victory
Take my hand when it's looking grim
Rosalie

Tragic and angelic
With a seraphim's despair
Worshipping your magic incantations if you dare

A sacrifice
Maiden of ice
But I wonder if you're frozen inside
Smolder inside