The creatures dwell in a dark wood, where no ray of sunlight dares to enter. They can tear you apart and shatter your soul with out any black magic.

Oh, my sunbeam, do not wander there; they will darken you. Their shadows will consume your light.

But do not be afraid. Go forth—become the hunter who fears nothing. Hunt them down before they hunt you.

Spread your wings like Azrael, and with one mighty sweep, wrap every foul creature into oblivion.

Do not be deceived by the illusion of their innocent faces -they are creature disguised as fairies.

Dancing, swirling in the rain,
He drowns his tears, conceals his pain.
A boy so strong, yet torn inside,
Believing none stand by his side.

From afar, she sees him break,
Wishing his sorrow she could take.
He hides behind the pouring sky,
Never turning to meet her eye.

She holds him close in dreams so tight,
Hoping to chase away his sorrowful night.
Yet time moves on, the story stays,
He loves another, lost in haze.

And she—she lingers in the rain,
Hiding heartache, masked in pain.