These days I can't sleep
I think of thee
Now look at he
Sitting in darkness
Typing away with empty heart
Fingers like feather-touch
He made a mistake
Was he? Did he?
Was it a mistake that he made that birth to all these
The cycle repeats
No matter where I sit
Alone,
One thing's for sure
People die when they succeed
This cycle of eternity will grant me immortality

Till death takes me
If the cycle's not complete
I will thrash in hell
Under heaven's decree
The scourging flames will not stop me
Until the cycle bears my sins