Morrigan - Children Of Bodom

Holding the key to my darkened past

She’s spinning with voices lost in past

The memory too disturbed

She’s a story that’ll never end

You’re a two studded chain, a tear in my soul

She’ll fly away with me when all said and done

But now she’s gone

I don’t believe in faith

The art of finding love

Refuse to let this cut me deep

Now to make her pay

Left to feel so numb

Yes, you may cut me again

But I mark these words with a blade that I’ll find you once again, Morrigan!

She’s the coming of my demise

In every way, seen her alluring disguise

A six-foot tall bloody, jet-black scythe

Is all that’s with me with the things I’ve done

Because she’s gone

I don’t believe in faith

The art of finding love

Refuse to let this cut me deep

Now to make her pay

Left to feel so numb

Yes, you may cut me again

But I mark these words with a blade that I’ll find you once again, Morrigan!

I ain’t gonna leave from the post, so stay

On the way, get away from the twilight’s scream

I refuse to let this cut me deep

I refuse to let this cut me deep!

I don’t believe in faith

The art of finding love

Refuse to let this cut me deep

Now to make her pay

Left to feel so numb

Yes, you may cut me again

But I mark these words with a blade that I’ll find you once again, Morrigan!