Tear on the water (Nu Metal) - HotPotMusic

Tear on the water (Nu Metal) - HotPotMusic

In the still of the water, she waits...
Her tears are the tides, her voice is fating.

Lady of the Lake, hear my cry—
Your pain is a storm that will never die!

Yo, deep in the mist where the legends hide,
She’s chained to the water, nowhere to confide.
A blade in her hands, but the weight’s too heavy,
A queen of the damned, she can’t heal.
Her whispers cut like a knife to the chest,
A ghost of a dream that never found rest.
Lady of the Lake, what’s the truth in your name?
Buried in the tide, drowning in shame.

Silver tears on the edge of night,
Her sorrow shines in the pale moonlight.

I FEEL HER! I HEAR HER!
Her voice is fire!

Lady of the Lake, your pain’s my cry,
In the dark, where the echoes die.
Rise from the deep, with the scars you bear,
The crown of despair in the water’s glare!

Yo, every ripple in the water’s a memory torn,
Of kings she made, and oaths forlorn.
Her curse ain’t death, it’s the endless flow,
Giving power, but never letting go.
Lady, tell me, do you still believe,
In the dreams that the waves deceive?
Locked in the lake, your screams remain,
But I feel your fire in my veins.

Silver tears on the edge of night,
Her sorrow shines in the pale moonlight.

I SEE HER! I FEEL HER!
Her rage’s my choir!

Lady of the Lake, your pain’s my cry,
In the dark, where the echoes die.
Rise from the deep, with the scars you bear,
The crown of despair in the water’s glare!

Her voice is a curse, her love is a flame,
The waters rise, but they speak her name.

DROWN ME! BREAK ME! TAKE ME!
LET ME BE YOUR SACRIFICE!

DROWN ME! BREAK ME! TAKE ME!
TO THE LAKE WHERE GODS ROLL DICE!

You hold the blade, you hold the crown!
The water swallows, we all go down!
Your pain’s my chain, your fire’s my fight!
Lady of the Lake, rise tonight!

Lady of the Lake, your pain’s my cry,
In the dark, where the echoes die.
Rise from the deep, with the scars you bear,
The crown of despair in the water’s glare!
Lady of the Lake... forever there.

In the still of the water, she waits...
Her tears are the tides, her voice is fate