Infamia - Ram-Zet

I consider that you could act like me*

Look like me, talk and walk like me

But you are nothing compared to me

In the deep of your disheartened soul

I am the dream when you sleep

I am the tears when you weep

I’m the blood in your veins

The one who controls

The thoughts deep down in your mind

I beg you, forgive me

As I can’t seem to let go of my sin

Now in this particular case

I have to admit there is no forgiveness

I will charge you, and judge you

I will execute and bury you

I beg you, forgive me

As I can’t seem to let go

Marks of infamy brands

My coward hands

Show me your sheltered room

Grant me peace

Give me a heart so I

Can feel your tears

Give me time

To let you go

I beg you, forgive me

As I can’t seem to let go

Marks of infamy brands

My coward hands

Carved into my flesh is

The stair of envious eyes

Come with me to my island

Where rest is to be found