Han vuelto aventureros, ¿les ha gustado la historia de las musas? Y eso que solo hemos arañado la superficie. ¿Quieren conocer a un par de ellas? O tal vez quieran saber la historia de Olian y la musa.
Que historia… Pero esta historia suena mejor así:
So, there was she
Laying down of a tree
Can you hear her screaming, once again?
Or are you so consumed and incontent?
Voices you can’t hear
With everlasting greed
Begging on her knees
For the end of this
Waiting for the tears
That kills the beast
You`re smiling as you bite the hand that feeds
But will you never see?
Always asking for more
Never enough
She was always right there
To hold the nightmare
Needing what your arms cant reach
Thinking you are in need
Floating between love and hate
Singing about a prey
Trying to be still
While the darkness kill
All of the horror that you`ve put me through
How can I make up my mind this time?
Hurt a muse
And live with guilt
Endless pain,
Will fill your days.
Sacrificed my life to be with you
There is nothing more from me you can consume
Oh poor boy
Hiding on a road,
A trip of excess and darkness
But really is madness
Would you please?
Set me free
Loneliness will be the only certain thing
In your broken mind made of steel
I wish you happiness, but I know you won’t
Cuz when you make a muse miserable, you are cursed
Never again will I be with you
Never enough to devour your greed
