I do not know you at all
I just see you crying,tired
In all this darkness and sorrow
I want to save you from the grip of death
Lucid wings hanging as if about to stick to your shoulders
Do you really want to be a dark angel?
I pray for you this hundred year curse be lifted
So you may age from your small year
The curse lets you never grow and be a shadow
But the prayer gives you courage to kill your fear
I pray this certain prayer
So that you too shall not be doomed from hell's firey bonds
