A Painted World Video (MV)

My awakening
My back is preying for his scars
The sound of my throat makes me sick
The noose os tightening on my tongue
A castle, her mind
Deceiving the heart that chose to die
The chalice full of the void
That the Doll created
I hear her steps
Coming forth to bring me my flail
Bring me my Daughter, my Holy reaper
For there isnt enough blood shed yet
Oh, my dear, my blood
Could you bring you Father his torment?
For his skin is our tapestry
Oh, my dear, my Love
What stops thine ears? In that Painted World you will find solace
Your Brush
So gently peeling my veins
The eyes are conquering on our dream
A world for the forlorns
Your embrace, so warm
Letting my spirit fly free
The epitome of our disdain
For the human race
I hear her steps
Coming forth to bring me my flail
Bring me my Daughter, my Holy reaper
For there isnt enough blood shed yet
Oh, my dear, my blood
Could you bring your Father his torment?
For his skin is our tapestry
Oh, my dear, my Love
What stops thine ears?
In that Painted World you will find solace
The mirror of our Pain
I would never allow a Single Tear
To stream down your visage
I will be our Portrait
What happened to you in those dark times
The Hatred in your smile
We will never forget
Oh, my dear, my blood
Could you bring your Father his torment?
For his skin is our tapestry
Oh, my dear, my Love
What stops thine ears?
In that Painted World you will find solace