Words and Music:Aryana, 07.10.2002
Shadows creeping silently
deep into my soul.
Doubts shattered all I knew for sure –
will my knives ever hit true again?
I am the messenger
of a silent death.
And I was sent to kill you
so I will bring to you the family′s gift.
I creep catlike and unseen
deep into your lair.
My blades prepared, I spent hours waiting
deep in shadows, I know I′ll hit true.
But no shadow could disguise
the face that turned to me
I look in too familiar eyes –
How could I know that it was YOU?
Suddenly the past awakes,
Gods, I thought you dead –
brother in heart, blood and soul,
my hand shakes and I know I will fail.
Your voice calls out my name
hand tries to reach hand.
My errand blade will not touch you
and I turn, and I flee - I′m on the run.
In a flash the hunter turns prey.
Deep in shadows I hide.
I do not know what I can do
torn between loyalty and love.
Shadows creepng silently
deep into my soul.
Doubts shattered all what I was sure of
and my knives will ne′er ever hit true again.
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