Death of Hope
Music: Viktor Jonas | lyrics: Vidar Wetterhall
Morning came, and with it the sun
It's rays through glass
Suddenly awake
Constance remembered her thoughts last night
Time to talk to the chief
She went to his house, and said it was urgent
And gave him a hint
Before even half woke, he knew what had to be done
Meet me in the forest by the big stone
Where the flowers grow so wild
You know, the place where we all have been children at some point in our lives
Constance went to the stones and she waited for a while
For the chief to tell her of the sights from the night before
Once he met with Constance, he made sure she knew what he thought she knew
With no one around, he cut her throat and hid her remains
Of a terrible crime, he felt nothing
After all he was taking his folks to a paradise
Constance could have ruined my plans, she even smiled with relieve
He went back to his quarters. Tired for some reason he didn’t know
Where am I? This place, I don’t know...
My soul will never rest again
I will haunt this forest for a long time
Where am I? This place, I don’t know...