Nevermore - And The Maiden Spoke

She was born in 1617
She tasted like the wind always chasing her dreams
She was a tortured soul in pain
She whispered this dark refrain
You're not alone, so never be afraid
We are the cold and beautiful
You are the blue insane

Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs, and runs away
Sometimes she makes herself known to those unawake

And the maiden spoke in stuttered streams
As if her soul was dead, she spoke of nothing

She is the infinite, she is the deranged
Her sorrow drips the blood of the unfortunate and stained
She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain
Her redemption never came, as she slowly went insane (insane)

Sometimes she whispers in my ear
There's nothing to be afraid of
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs

And the maiden spoke
In stuttered streams
As if her soul was gone
She spoke from the land beyond
And the maiden spoke to me

Sometimes she whispers in my ear
There's nothing to be afraid of
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs

And the maiden spoke
Inside my shattered dreams
As her soul was gone
She spoke of the land beyond
She was just another system-slave
Just another system-slave being led to the grave

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