Anneke Van Giersbergen - Trail Of Grief

Mister I cannot read you
Your eyes are clouds of mist
Well well, how can I heed you?
I wish you did not exist

Uncover me
I hail to see
Your mystic trail of grief

It's funny how my heart feeds
On overload It will never lead me through
I am just too old

For this game
I bare to see
Your mystic trail of grief

Uncover me

Uncover me