Like lone wolf in the woods
lingers through the early gloom,
sparks in the eyes-
somewhere else is better,
he knows tonight
he is waited in dark skies.
Royals the welcome under dark skies:
If you are war,
Then I'll be all surrender!
If you are war then,
If you are war then,
Then I'll be all surrender!
She is the stubborn Queen of Quarrel
and the silent taste of tease.
If you wear war,
I'll stand here all in amber.
The taste might be bitter under dark skies.
Oh how its carved in the cells of our eyes.
If you are war,
Then I'll be all surrender!