The satin gown of hope a myth
The heroes fallen
to the abyss
The bloom of death, no longer risen
Our souls trapped in endless prison
Existence the master of all
masked curses
A song of tragedy with endless
verses
So if dying breath comes anyway
What's it matter
How soon the day
All suns set
Some plan no dawn
They care not for those who mourn
I wish myself
The blood to stop
To soon not hold
A single drop
So I promise you my heart for free
If you swear
You'll rip it out of me