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The Circle Of Sorrow (Adamantra)

The day is gone But the morning seems so far away And what remains is an empty bed of thorns She sold her soul along with her body Feeding off hate to make it to another day Fighting revulsion Smashing the mirror to the wall Yesterday lives on in our today The past reborn enslaving her What tomorrow will bring It will go on Breaking her will Trembling with fear Circle of sorrow With heartbreaking pain It will not cease It will go on and on Puts on her clothes And buries her face into her hands Like a puppet on strings The charade will begin Sticking the needle in For a breather full of mercy The overture for a symphony of disguise Fighting revulsion Smashing the mirror to the wall Yesterday lives on in our today The past reborn enslaving her What tomorrow will bring It will go on Breaking her will Trembling with fear Circle of sorrow With heartbreaking pain It will not cease It will go on and on