Aerosmith, Hole in my soul
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Loveless, Act IV
'My friend, the fates are cruel.
There are no dreams, no honor remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.
My soul, corrupted by vengeance,
hath endured torment,
to find the end of the journey.
In my own salvation
and your eternal slumber,
legend shall speak
of sacrifice at world’s end.
The wind sails over the water’s surface.
Quietly, but surely'.
There are no dreams, no honor remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.
My soul, corrupted by vengeance,
hath endured torment,
to find the end of the journey.
In my own salvation
and your eternal slumber,
legend shall speak
of sacrifice at world’s end.
The wind sails over the water’s surface.
Quietly, but surely'.
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