Here is the deceit and candour
The darkness without hope, her image of love
Headsman of her own dignity burn in eternal suffering
Buried in the maze of an unlimited pain
Ravish in an underground shell of perversion. Awaiting her time to kill
A silent scream dwells inside
Until her thirst is quenched
Until her grief has drawn
While you are dying, look straight into her eyes
Here are breath and blood
Hopeless to reach the core of this sadden and quieten. But everything is written
Under thousands years of existence
Tears to pain
Pain to anger
Anger to hate
Until her thirst is quenched
Until her grief has drawn
While you are dying look straight into her eyes
Draggle as much as she can in this black age
Draggle to prove herself she won't be scared anymore. Scared anymore.