Interpret:

Sonata Arctica

Album:

Unia

Number nine out of eleven little litter mates,
rotten apples all the way.
Litter mates all with different faiths,
taught them almost all I knew.
And now the best, the brightest,
number nine of eleven little litter mates,
feeling low, my ace after my home


In the bright daylight, little number nine,
dressed to kill much like me.
Takes a look at the free world behind the gate,
of the castle and this cage,
I leave the base, the night awaits,
Men are well-hidden for the litter mate.
He played it all but one (One by one)


Eleven little litter mates,
only number nine's not in sight.
Hiding for the moonlight, it's the day
Kisses burn their paper-thin wings away.


Hate me, hate me, they want you to break me,
love is for the weak and the restless.
They've all been locked in a twisted dream,
for now until destiny's overruled,
{trailing back to the pagan cathedral}.


Don't love me, don't you dare,
I lie, I cheat and I don't care.
You can go telling me things about fidelity


Truth can set me free.
He's then in vain running to a needle,
I love, I hate don't need anyone,
Let's all, let it all hear it loud and clear.
I'm here but I am raw


Without my eyes, they've let the locks untied,
I turned my weakness into flame for vision.


The more I hear, the more I see, I can feel the black vice juice
What I did was a must, face the music away from my unknown 
Someone got to know me well
drown me in their wishing well,
making mistakes, we all do,
worst of mine was trusting you, a stranger


For now I'm feeling fine,
drank poison like the sign
Now touch the greatest fear,
impaired to look sincere.


One step behind you, turn around,
and I am gone with what I need.
The essence of timely death,
cold and dark, loveless heart.