Moving on in the silence of the black night
Wandering alone with a blinded sight
Beauty scorched the eyes of the clearest vision
Hiding the truth and the wise decision
A fire in the dark now sheds no light
Sadness, though, what was done was right
Moving on in the silence of the shadows
The outline of the soul that no one knows
Eyes of the brightest blue, see no blue
No green, no red, no color to suffue
Only black as the pupil of the eye
And the falsified being that is the angel's lie
