*Proudly raises his head, then quietly says:
- What kind of twisted thoughts are these?! He would never touch me! *Even quieter*: They promised me an apartment, a guitar, and a Harley Davidson.*
So you fall at his feet hes the one who betrays you
Its the servants devotion for the decay
Stand up
There are no flowers on your grave
There are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name © Amorphis