Perched so high inside a castle,
forever silent, forever watching the world below.
Am I nothing more then a gargoyle?
A dark creature looming within cathedral walls.
I see my own reflection carved upon these ageless, cold, stone winged specters.
Broken faces, sad faces forever longing to be loved.
She once loved me, I pray with all my forsaken heart that she still does.
She was my beauty and I was her beast.
Her love was the song that angels sung,
uplifting me from the deeps of my misery, completing me.
But that was just a fable of passion, a wonderful dream
for how could she truly love a monster like me?
I'll screamed her name into the wind so many times,
hoping someday she would hear me.
But no one hears me.
I'm nothing more then a gargoyle.
Forever bond to this place by claws of steel.
Bond to the darkness, bond to the shadows,
never setting foot into the sun.
