The black rose sits starkly,
Among the white...
The moon is sleeping high above
A caravan in winter 's cold...
Right in the middle of barren land
alone with my tears i stand...
Toward the ground, Sun finished its rounds
And with the hills did marry...
I guess the satanic angel lost her wings,
There are rumors that the apocalypse is about to...
When the faerie castle crumbles,
The clouds drained of the clear illuminations...
I can't remember what happened
Or how I came to stand here...
Shifting mists through the sea,
Upon the beach whitest beast...
I have your portrait hanging on the stained walls...
I like to look at it before I let myself fall...
She was sleeping gently until she heard a strange...
When she opened her eyes there was fire all...
As I walked, along the beach,
Feet cushioned by hot sand...
Darkened hair turned black with sin,
Skin so fare you could see the demon within...