Dem3ntoR feat. Vaelmynthra Faputa's rusty tears

I'm a shadow where no roses bloom trapped in a garden of gloom
My laughter's just hollow echoes in halls stripped bare
The Faithful Guardian watches through rust-tears that gleam
But even he won't see I don't want to be the wall 'tween life and the void's snare
Blade-fingers trace faces of those who slipped away
Prushka Do you recall our dance 'neath the moon honest and true
Now my voice grinds like gears my heart's a locked keyhole
And even Reg won't grasp how love cuts deep when the world brands you a monster

I'm a broken doll with a soul of glass
My tears rivers the Abyss gulped as they passed
My hands drip blood But my chest holds no core
Who'll hug the child cursed to destroy light's door
Prushka Forgive me I'm not who sang your lullabies
Now my voice is the hum of eternal frost in my veins
Even if dawn breaks I'll haunt the threshold a shadow's trace
'Cause hating's simpler than bearing the weight of betrayed faith

Lumig gave shadow-flowers my wrath turned them to ash
Nat's ballads of freedom now rot in the dark silenced and crushed
I packed your names in a casket of nails and bone
Be strong hisses the Abyss but strength never cries in the night
I weep rust palms clenched tight 'neath steel skin
Riko Your stare's a blade You're no child You're a weapon
But even weapons dream of warmth just to hold a hand to feel kin

I long for that garden Where chains didn't coil 'neath my skin
Where my Guardian didn't beg forgiveness for sins I've embraced
I wish Prushka would ask Are you sad
Not flinch when I bring her salvation
But the Abyss' mirrors rasp You're not a girl You're a verdict cast

I'm a broken doll with a soul of glass
My tears rivers the Abyss gulped as they passed
My hands drip blood But my chest holds no core
Who'll hug the child cursed to destroy light's door
Prushka Forgive me I'm not who sang your lullabies
Now my voice is the hum of eternal frost in my veins
Even if dawn breaks I'll haunt the threshold a shadow's trace
'Cause hating's simpler than bearing the weight of betrayed faith

Guardian tell Prushka
I still remember the scent of her hair
I don't want to be a weapon