Is thy unworthy of love

Or is it merely fate’s desire?

Boiled down from skies above,

Temporary burning fires.

A meteorite was falling

On her lighted pure aura

Her heart is crawling down,

Though blends in with the aurora.

Oh cold hearted souls

Ignoble dreadful princes,

Creatures of the underworld

Here to squeeze your inner voices.

Shall thou leave to be

Or wait some time to see?

Thy idealistic sense of greed,

Manipulates the love in me.