Pieces of silver awaiting you
Just for a serpentine kiss

Spilled 30 pieces of silver,
a suicide rope lingering.
That i would like to be your fate
My beloved friend  
Only then, might I consider
Forgiveness.
But they don't do that no more
After bashing the skull of trust.

You feel little pain....
you tell yourself
you would recover.
I feel great pain,
uncertain I will recover.
It never hurts and eats out the bone marrow
Of you.. well,
It did me!

My heart into 31 pieces,
shattered.
A suicide rope for my neck,
That would be my fate.
My beloved enemy
only then,
will i take
Vengeance's.