Profound tears, never believe me
I am not your abandoned angel
By the power of spiritual weepings and nightmares
The monumental icons of past and reptiles
I am this pain that hurts when you entangled respire
Disenchantment, as with my bloody hand my love I pretend
Fulgent eyes, a glance at snow
Meltdown of wings and crowns
Flatters enshrined by the essence of demon
Neither heaven nor hell could bestow thus love
I am this pain that hurts when you entangled respire
Disenchantment, as with my bloody hand my love I pretend
Come back, bend over for me
Come back, bend over for me
The decided love
Before we die, a serum of hate fades trough an astral God