Anneau De Promesse

Beyound the horizon, it is hollow there is a bleakness in the wind i feel like falling tress with no sound to follow like my weak spot, the tendent on my heel 'Tis the path i walk, dirty and unstraight yelling at the top of my lungs with force its a sad tale, we are victims of fate at the worlds end, i feel your remorse tears fall as you refuse to take my hand i feel heartbroken as you make your choice i watch as you slide of you promise band i scream but heartache has swollowed my voice this is the end for both you and for me it is truth, we were never ment to be