Elya Thorn - The One With The Prayer

This night is filled with demons...
My demons!
They come from the very core,
Trying to grasp my sanity,
To break it violently!

My blessings, the prayers
You’ve said for me,
When you were caressing my hair.
They don’t work anymore!

My religion and
My faith are so weak,
Just like my dreams!

Tears are born, live and die!
This night is filled with demons,
My demons,
They run towards you,
You’re the one with the prayer,
With love in your soul,
You are the strong one,
I am the weak!

My demons fill this night,
They fill you too,
I can’t let you die,
But I can’t let myself die either...
I have to make a choice!

My demons drag me...
In that lonely dark cave...
I am dead in your world...

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Part of 'Dark Whisperings and Invocations'

Elya Thorn

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