(I am here to tell you a story.
A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night.
And though I will do my best, there are no words
That can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas
That can describe the stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died.
The emptiness will haunt you.)

This is a nightmare, is my Annabel really gone?
My eyes are stung by daylight, I find it hard to breathe.
Her body teases me as the sun reveals the dawn.
The smell of blood still crawls, I kiss you softly goodbye.

Baby, lay in my arms and cuddle me close.
Soon this will be just an awful memory...
Will I ever be able to sleep again?

My angel lie to me and tell me I'm dreaming.
(Please wake me up, please wake me).
A girl like you will always be such a tragic part of me.
(Oh ecstasy you torture me).

I watch the blood drip from the corners of your mouth.
Your icy flesh is lying, your pallid skin still glows.
I'm starting to believe what my eyes are seeing now.
You're still so beautiful and yet so morbidly still.

Baby, lay in my arms and cuddle me close.
Soon this will be just an awful memory...
Will I ever be able to sleep again?

My angel lie to me and tell me I'm dreaming.
(Please wake me up, please wake me).
A girl like you will always be such a tragic part of me.
(Oh ecstasy you torture me).

Sweet revenge... He will pay (my!), he will pay (dear!)
Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I'm coming undone.
The mirror says it all, a crimson story of innocence lost.
Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I'm coming undone.
What have I done to her?

So terribly memory returns of her struggle, of her screams, of her.
Lord forgive me!
My stomach heaves as I see the blood that covers me.
Blood that was once hers.
I'm a monster!

Such an awful memory... Will I ever be able to sleep again?

My angel lie to me and tell me I'm dreaming.
(Please wake me up, please wake me).
A girl like you will always be such a tragic part of me.
(Oh ecstasy you torture me).

Sweet revenge... I will pay (my!), I will pay (dear!)

(A mirror never lies.
They know.
Everybody knows.
Do you not see what they see?
A mirror never lies.
I see what they see. Everybody knows. Everybody knows.)



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"Curse of the Virgin Canvas/Interlude One" as written by Shawn/lee Milke

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    General Comment:"The dawn is approaching the small town of Slough in England during the year 1898. A local sketch artist, known to us simply as "the Artist," lies in a bed next to the woman of his dreams, "Annabel." As the first rays of sunlight pour through the window, he rolls over to wake his lover with a kiss. Her cold lips reveal a lifeless body once so beautiful. His one and only love has been murdered and nothing is what it seems. When it is revealed to him whose hands may be responsible, he begs for the whole thing to be a horrible nightmare." -Alesana
    TrinaTragedyon February 03, 2010   Link
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    General Comment:Alright song. All of the songs on this album are just alright. Honestly, this album is a huge disappointment to me. The whole album is about how his true love Annabel was murdered. It's a well written album, and very creative, I just don't really like the sound, especially compared to "On Frail Wings Of Vanity And Wax" which, in my opinion, is their best album of the three.

    If you are interested in this album I would recommend listening to it online before you purchase it. It's a decent album, but just isn't really what I thought it what be. It's Alesana, just doesn't seem quite Alesana if you know what I mean.
    tubbysnake3on February 02, 2010   Link

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