Letra da Música: The Vice - Sonata Arctica

Number nine out of eleven little littermates
Rotten apples, all the way...
Litter mates, all with different fates...
Taught them almost all I knew

and now, the best, the brightest
Number Nine of eleven little littermates,
feeling almighty,
is 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 littermate.
He [played it/baited] all but one [One by one]

Eleven little littermates [Annihilate]
Only Number Nine's not in sight...
Hiding, for the moonlight it´s the day
Kisses burn the paperthin wings away

Hate me, hate me, if they want you to break me
Love – is – for - the weak
And the restless, relief in the end.
A broken lock and a twisted dream

for now until destiny's overruled,
Trailed it 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 on telling me tales 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.
and hear the lion roar.

[Without my eyes, they've left the locks untied,
I turned my weakness into a fine profession.

The more I hear, the more I see, I can feel the black vice juice
What I did was a must, faced the music, away from the light, alone.... without a view

Someone got to know me well
drowned 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, liked 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 essential, timely death, cold and dark, love less heart.