The Cabal (Previously Unreleased) - Elvenking

I wake up and I feel I was stranded

In a world that hardly represents me

Step by step I collect all my nightmares

Like a modern Renoir I’m painting my life away

Don’t you think that I’m not gonna worry

Don’t you think that I don’t feel sorry

Soon I’ll find my way and I’ll let you know

Sitting down in my room I feel so empty

Staring with lonely eyes at the words I am laying down

With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me

That cold winter night

Don’t you think that I’m not gonna worry

Don’t you think that I don’t feel sorry

Soon I’ll find my way and I’ll let you know

I feel a decadent poet

Forced to bury his art — forced to bury his own heart

Under the mud of a pigsty

A cabal of murdered broken hearts

Longing for my bitter taste

Lost you, I have lost you, brother

The strength you hid inside your eyes

Makes me believe I can still live my life

I learnt from the ashes

Of the tears I dropped for all these years

My love is now living, is living for real

I feel a decadent poet

Forced to bury his art — forced to bury his own heart

Under the mud of a pigsty

A cabal of murdered broken hearts

Longing for my bitter taste