An aged bottle of dream

Adjusting to your need

I won't drink your water

Our tap flows clean

Your sore voice

Guides me to sleep again



Charcoal legends do not sleep

So pay the horde a toll to keep

If you pass through the blood mark gate

You'll see no ice on the boiling lake



Your sore voice guides me to sleep again(2x)



I won't drink your water

I refuse to drink your water

I refuse

Your sore voice



So when the banshee kissed the gold

After the torchlight burned the past

Their methods bought their secrets sold

Then the water turned to ash



Your sore voice guides me to sleep again(repeat chourus)



I refuse to drink

The water turned to ash



Vision you as the widow

Dressed in royalty

Motion me to the window

Count to three