Far Cry
Darkwell / Roland Wurzer
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