Besedila: Cousteau. Nova Scotia. Blackheart Of Mine.

Sunny arid noon
It's the kind of day
That makes you pay for believing
In love I can only ruin
Can the devil see
What's inside of me
How long can it be
I?ll see him soon

There's no fight left in me
I long for the touch
of a valkyrie
But no heroe's feast is waiting
down below

This blackheart of mine
Is stained beyond redemption
But I'm hoping your love will shine
And you'll make this one exception
Forgiving and divine
That is your reputation
But you're taking your time
Regarding my salvation

Cold lonely moon
Shines the kind of light that makes the night
Seem so evil
These voices in my room
The whispers tell
Of an empty shell
Where my soul did dwell
Now the darkness looms