Tarja Turunen

I Won't help if you wait for me.
I'm a slave to the dark.
I Know I'm not saint, you see.
The Dawn is when it starts.
Feel the shadow of my oblivion hoping merey would show her face on the road to your own perdilion in
the coal-blackened rain.
Frozen in time yearning forbidden wishes.
Damned and divine.
Scars of my broken kisses.
What will follow if tomorrow's blind?
My eternal night.