Through shadowless reflections,
My fate itself reveals
And no mark was determined,
And nothing will be sealed,

And spinless freckled creatures,
will march in through the gates,
I give up, I surrender
We've nothing to debate.

You've laced your sword with poison,
I'll draw it from your belt,
I'll save you all the effort,
And to the ground I'll melt.

The battle on October,
My heart is ripped in two,
My present is infected
With memories of you.