Текст песни The Heretic (Woe is Me) - Vylet Pony

The Huntress watches

Wolf howls

Like mother, like daughter

The apple fell quite near

And while there's truth in the scars

A dire fable is writ in the stars

In the shroud of my ecstasy

I saw the vultures circling

Aren't you lonely?

They whispered

You could use the company

And it all just happened so fast

And I know I wasn't the last

It's a tale as old as time

But couldn't I have been stronger?

As the heretic

As the parasite

Strip me down

Down, down, to my sins

Every inch of pain

Is the half of it

Every hope is forged

In the din

Is it cashmere?

Or is it bankrupt?

Fuck

Is it all the same

In the dark?

At the brick house

Tear it all down

Break

Pull the curtains to the side

See the marks

The music never stops

Am I real? Can this be?

Oh lord, it won't make sense to me

I don't recognize her

Am I so free?

Am I worth the pity?

Could someone still love me?

And it comes in flashes

Echoes dulling in a white light

The apostate burial

As the cavalcade proceeds

The rites are spoken

A funeral for the ego

Well woe is me, I can't deny

Selfish is the heart that shrouds my mind

Well woe is me, my sinful life

Heretic concealed by light