The The Color of Mourning
Bloodhymn(Verse 1)
Frozen kitchen, the fire burns low
Scars on the skin where the memories grow
Bleu et noir, the colors she hides
Under the apron, a storm in the tides
She used to wear red, she used to wear gold
Now only black for the stories untold
A dancer in chains, a violin crushed in the dark
But the ash of the past still carries a spark
(Pre-Chorus)
The clock strikes midnight, the locks are all tied
But the ghost of the monster is living inside
Mon père, I run through the smoke and the steam
Waking up screaming from the very same dream
(Chorus)
The kitchen is screaming, the iron is hot
She bleeds for the crown that her father begot
A broken ballerina in a gown of pure jet
Paying a price she will never forget
No child in her arms, just the scars on her chest
Paralyzed, broken, she never can rest
Yeah, she never can rest!
(Verse 2)
Thirty-eight years with the taste of the wine
A five-star cage where the elite come to dine
They praise the perfection, the cut of the knife
But nobody knows the cost of her life
Forgetful and tired, she stands at the door
Leaving the keys on the cold marble floor
The silver is shining, the copper is bright
But she sleeps with the lamps on to swallow the night
(Chorus)
The kitchen is screaming, the iron is hot
She bleeds for the crown that her father begot
A broken ballerina in a gown of pure jet
Paying a price she will never forget
No child in her arms, just the scars on her chest
Paralyzed, broken, she never can rest
Yeah, she never can rest!
(Bridge)
Pardonne-moi, the cradle is bare
Only the scent of the smoke in the air
He kicked the future right out of her womb
Turning her heart to a beautiful tomb
But she holds the flame, she stirs the heavy pot
Fighting the shadows with all that she's got!
(Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
The kitchen is screaming, the iron is hot
She bleeds for the crown that her father begot
A broken ballerina in a gown of pure jet
Paying a price she will never forget
No child in her arms, just the scars on her chest
Paralyzed, broken, she never can rest
Yeah, she never can rest!
(Outro)
A warm latte... a croissant on the side...
A kingdom of salt where the broken ones hide
Au revoir to the girl she used to be...
Locked in the dark, but her soul is free.