Little Music Box - Septicflesh

From the chest of fake hopes, where we leave the needless things.

I found a dusty object it had a special gift.

From its opened top a sound came out, a phantom from the past.

Sacred nights I felt like heaven, rusty days I felt like hell.

This music box reminds me of you.

This Little music box.

Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.

Like a lizard in the desert, I drifted without rest.

And the heat appeared so liquid;

it had the taste of the salty

sea.

Pandora’s fate is captured in my box.

This music box reminds me of you.

This Little music box.

Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.

Solo: Chris A.

This music box reminds me of you.

This Little music box.

Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.

Solo: Sotiris V.

This music box reminds me of you.

This Little music box.