I awake to a new dawn,
In which,
A siren's smile is the bridgeway
Of my dance;

How I crave,
To fulfill my fate!

Between a caress and a dagger,
I can only die,
Among my ashes;

Between a candlelight and a shade,
I can only draw the flesh,
That is nourished,
By my body;

The hatred comes up when,
There are better ways,
To soar the sky,

In which,
The being gets linked
With the red goddess,
In order to initiate
A ritual;

And now,

Just an herald will be able to shout,

The new Heaven's pathway.