Through the centuries that go,
faster than you could ever know,
Can you believe it's been so long,
I suppose that's why I write this song...
Is it true that you hated the rest,
you achieved the name of Monsieur Death?
You read the warrants without a blink,
and often times you make me think.
Crimson Angel, you were the greatest of them all,
but your lovely Reign was more like Lucifer's Fall,
You, whose handsome face did hide,
the demon lying deep inside.
Tell me, L'enfant Terrible, why did you kill,
those fools who would not bend to your will?
You befriended the top, you know what to do,
keep cool and people would be commanded by you.
But you miscalculated, you tragic hero not,
But by people like me, you will never be forgot,
Your body is lost now forever,
just like those you cared for never.
Angel of Death, could you have anymore hate,
did you already know your predestined fate?
What the hell were you doing then,
when you killed all those dears so way back when?
I envy your apathy, to be the same,
would mean I would never fall to shame,
Pretty Boy, how could you not care,
My God, how I wish I did so share
the same affliction with which you were born,
my thoughts about you, they are quite torn,
you were so young, could you have known,
that this stupid planet Earth was not your home?
Listen to me, talking to the dead,
I've got the same insanity you so once did dread,
I admire you, and your ruthless way,
but you perhaps were a product of your day.
Can you teach me to be that low?
but I know your thoughts were lost long ago,
No one ever knew you, as no one ever will,
So, in Hell, who do you now kill?
You've been lost to the years,
and lost to your foes' constant tears,
But I remember, much to your dismay,
and I will not rest until you admit what I say.
