A scar imprinted in your emotions,
A thin line engraved with a pen of hurt...

Flaming trees of golds and reds
Align the skies once more...

Lost inside, she searches within
The perfect bride tall, blonde and thin...

The end is nigh,
the task is done...

Time flakes away,
Like paint off a wall...

The end is near,
oh foolish foal...