The Willing Victim - Von Hertzen Brothers

Air in her hands

Her will begins to bend

Couldn’t imagine

A more tragic end

Fear, penetrative like a knife

Feeding on the dying vapors of life

Her breathing is fading

I’m failing again

Morning rain

Is just the same

As my tears on her grave

True to her Love that remains

Without a name, without a face

Like the air in the space

Pure as her sacred embrace

Morning rain

Is just the same

As my tears on her grave

Trying to reach underground

Will she forgive me the next time around?

I’m feeling out of place

I’m lost without a trace

My life is torn

I’m burned

I never really learned

That no one in this world

Can ever be compared to her

She showed it once again

Her Calling never ends

She’s bearing through all times

The burden of our crimes

Her Love remains the same

And her Love will save our lives