Vocals - Spectre
Lyrics - Monnotorium
Music - Zuthulu

Alone in her room, and
A sliver of Sunday
The smell of perfume, for
For the sins she's yet to pay

None of the light could
Make it any better
Thus is the plight
Bestowed her by the baker

For three whole days
She's done away all that was in her

For three whole days
She's done away all that was in her

Then comes a storm unlike no other
Her very soul is holding her
Will there be a day when she'll escape
This immense power cannot be contained

Eh, Uh, Uh Oh

Why only she has to stay
It’s not fair, why

The time is today
She's done away all that was in her

Let me go right this moment, Now!

Then comes a storm unlike no other
Her very soul is holding her to this place
Will there be a day when she'll escape
This immense power cannot be contained

Oh
Let it go
Oh

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