Baleful spirit of power and malice bent on destruction.
Тема расставания-поиска-воссоединения Фрэн и Мистера Полночь меня так тронула, что я написала песню от лица Фрэн.
My dearest friend, my only friend,
Remember: we will be together till the very end.
No twist of fate can separate us, no one can contend
That I will find you. Until then,
Let me pretend.
I see a shadow with claws and horns and glowing eyes,
It says, "My darling, everyone you care for dies".
This place is hell, a living hell,
In the asylum others cry or fight, or sleep, or yell.
How will I manage to escape, how will I break the spell
That keeps me here as if I were
An empty shell?
I see a shadow with claws and horns and glowing eyes,
It says, "You foolish girl I’m your doom, I’m your demise".
My dearest friend, my only friend,
I feel like dying. I'm afraid I'll never understand
Why life just has to be a torture, why I can't defend
Someone who loves me. There are wounds
Time doesn't mend.
I see a shadow with claws and horns and glowing eyes,
I know I should not be afraid - it always lies.
I can't despair. As much despair
As I feel every waking moment people cannot bear.
We will be happy, dearest friend. Life isn't always fair,
But I'll escape, and when I do
You will be there.
Почему-то написание стихов на английском доставляет мне больше удовольствия, хех.
My dearest friend, my only friend,
Remember: we will be together till the very end.
No twist of fate can separate us, no one can contend
That I will find you. Until then,
Let me pretend.
I see a shadow with claws and horns and glowing eyes,
It says, "My darling, everyone you care for dies".
This place is hell, a living hell,
In the asylum others cry or fight, or sleep, or yell.
How will I manage to escape, how will I break the spell
That keeps me here as if I were
An empty shell?
I see a shadow with claws and horns and glowing eyes,
It says, "You foolish girl I’m your doom, I’m your demise".
My dearest friend, my only friend,
I feel like dying. I'm afraid I'll never understand
Why life just has to be a torture, why I can't defend
Someone who loves me. There are wounds
Time doesn't mend.
I see a shadow with claws and horns and glowing eyes,
I know I should not be afraid - it always lies.
I can't despair. As much despair
As I feel every waking moment people cannot bear.
We will be happy, dearest friend. Life isn't always fair,
But I'll escape, and when I do
You will be there.
Почему-то написание стихов на английском доставляет мне больше удовольствия, хех.