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Cover by Myriam Kuehn
Fiacha:
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1. Prologue: Voices
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I sing a lullaby against the night
I sing a lullaby to you, my child
I'd sing a lullaby
I can't rock you to sleep,
But I can...can hear you weep.
I'd sing a lullaby against the cold
I tell you all the tales, that remained untold
I sing a lullaby
Watch my life pass me by
While I hear my dead child cry.
My hands, that used to be so white
Are dirty; soaked with mud.
I've dug your broken body out
I'm now befouled with blood
Bridge I:
Blood of the innocent
Blood of my son
Blood of the innocent
My only one
Refrain:
I sing a lullaby against the night
I sing a lullaby to you, my child
I'd sing a lullaby
I can't rock you to sleep,
But I can...can hear you weep.
I'd sing a lullaby against the cold
I tell you all the tales, that remained untold
I sing a lullaby
Watch my life pass me by
While I hear my dead child cry.
My voice, that used to be so sweet
Is muted now and still.
It is my soul, that hums a song
To the child they dared to kill.
Bridge I:
Blood of the innocent
Blood of my son
Blood of the innocent
My only one
Refrain:
I sing a lullaby against the night
I sing a lullaby to you, my child
I'd sing a lullaby
I can't rock you to sleep,
But I can...can hear you weep.
I'd sing a lullaby against the cold
I tell you all the tales, that remained untold
I sing a lullaby
Watch my life pass me by
While I hear my dead child cry.
Bridge II:
My feet, that used to walk the floors
Will never leave this tower
I pray, that guilt will haunt the murderers
Til their dying hour
I'll be the guardian my son
For whom you didn't care
And darkness will seem light against him,
mad Agnalain's heir!
And let it be their blood
That will be spilled
So let their corpses rot
Let them be killed
Refrain:
I sing a lullaby against the night
I sing a lullaby to you, my child
I'd sing a lullaby
I can't rock you to sleep,
But I can...can hear you weep.
I'd sing a lullaby against the cold
I tell you all the tales, that remained untold
I sing a lullaby
Watch my life pass me by
While I hear my dead child cry.
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