Text: Darkwell. Far Cry.

Like on golden wings
beneath the misty clouds
My heart is all my joy
Touched by a siren singing
I thought I knew it all about, all about

Me, an exploited gal,
My visions fallen from grace.
Trapped in my own hell.
Faced by realities; derailed
A bitter sweet truth; I failed

there is no gold in the sky
colors fade to grey
my dreams can't deploy
my breast starts to cry
for my illusions I will pay, I will pay

Me an exploited gal...

I will stretch my dark arm
in black my future falls
finally I am no toy
my victims I will harm
Now I know it all