Holding the key to my darkened past She’s spinning with voices lost in past The memory too disturbed She’s a story that'll never end You’re a two studded chain, a tear in my soul She'll fly away with me when all said and done But now she’s gone I don’t believe in faith The art of finding love Refuse to let this cut me deep Now to make her pay Left to feel so numb Yes, you may cut me again But I mark these words with a blade That I’ll find you once again, Morrigan! She’s the coming of my demise In every way, seen her alluring disguise A six-foot tall bloody, jet-black scythe Is all that’s with me with the things I’ve done Because she’s gone I don’t believe in faith The art of finding love Refuse to let this cut me deep Now to make her pay Left to feel so numb Yes, you may cut me again But I mark these words with a blade That I’ll find you once again, Morrigan! I ain't gonna leave from the post, so stay On the way, get away from the twilight's scream I refuse to let this cut me deep I refuse to let this cut me deep! I don’t believe in faith The art of finding love Refuse to let this cut me deep Now to make her pay Left to feel so numb Yes, you may cut me again But I mark these words with a blade That I'll find you once again, Morrigan!