A journey of love
He built his house on foundation's ready to break and descend into the sea,
On the edge of a cliff he stole my heart, designed to weak to break his fall.
He didn't see my savoir waiting in the distance holding my rose, His anchor set in sand ready to save my dying sole.
He sales a steady ship made of steel, never would it let me down?
I sailed past your whispers just the other day the sea turned dead as night,
It told me you've re-built your house, standing tall and bright.
I know that after time your floor will crumble beneth her wings, she can't see your foundations will never change.
But still in my dreams I will always go back, forever haunting your halls wailing
THIS HOUSE IS TAINTED BLACK
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