Avantasia - The Scarecrow

Avantasia - The Scarecrow

(feat. Jorn Lande, Michael Kiske, Henjo Richter, Michael Rodenberg)

Lyrics

I'm just a loser in the game of love

I'm just a stray boy in the shade

And how I wish to know what love is like

To find someone to contemplate

There's a voice and a million answers

To the questions I don't ask

A demon, I've got to contain

When I'm walking through the fen

Gonna deep into the black

There are whispers that I can't restrain

Don't give in

Rise to fame, time will come

Make your claim, time has come

For the crow to fly away

So you're an angel meant to walk down here

And you believe it's all divine

And you don't play by all those temporal rules

Watch the world begin to die

Alright, when the lamb's been torn to pieces

I've been crashing from the sky

Fallen to care for the pray

They put a spoke right in your wheel

I'm the one to dare the weak

To push you all over the pain

You give in, oh

Rise to fame, time will come

Make your claim, time has come

For the crow to fly away

I close my eyes and I see what's coming my way, oh yeah

He's got treasure in his eyes that he's gonna turn to clay

Hmm, I'm a stranger, I'm a changer and I'm danger

Maybe

Fallen angel, waiting for the prey

The devil has come to take a maimed away

Penetration of the twisted mind

The evil is out for the weak and blind

I can feel it in your voice

Ever so sweet, no!

Do I really have a choice? No, no, no!

Oh, you burn your feet on unholy ground

You roam the barren wicked plains abound

In evil eyes and evil speak

About it all your evil freaks

When you say it's all divine and meant to be

What about your flesh and blood and defiers like me?

Their evil eyes are looking down on you

And those who don't are losing sight of you

Face the rage to chase away

The specter of disgrace and shame

Withered roses dying on the ledge

A withered dreamer standing on the edge

You dream of love but you wake up to pain

You're better off to join in my game

Then she'll better off to cry contrite tears

One day she'll wonder why she had to let you disappear

Rise to fame, your time has come

Time will come to take the sun

Make your claim, you're drawn to the sound

Time has come, you're leaving ground

Rise to fame, the flight of the crow

Time will come, cross the line

Your time has come for the crow to fly away

It's a flight to hell

Can you hear the bell

The devil has come

To take your soul away

A flight to hell, alright

I'm a stranger

I'm a changer

And I'm danger

Fallen angel

Waiting for the prey