Far Cry — 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