Lilies bloom through-out the field of fireflies and lighting bugs.
With sparks of evil all about the beauty of this very earth.
No one can make it disappear, the moments we all fear -
it's proven, evil never seems to die.
And, wonders of souls dance about the midnight sky,
singing songs of deathly curses that fill each life.
It can't be changed by morality, for it's immortal -
it's proven, evil never seems to die.
I could go on all day, telling stories of this life,
how wonderful it truly is, overtaking evil thoughts
that never disappear in the moments we all tend to fear,
March on my darlings, for beauty's everywhere
. . . Even though it's proven, evil never seems to die.
