Come out tonight baby.
With that dress that makes you fine...

Here lies my beloved angel.
Whom death has taken; Her soul...

Missing your touch... ; Soft,
Missing your lips... ; Sweet...

Through the prophecy I came to her. Witch she is.
Coming to her with the signs and desolation she...

With love and passion; Truth.
With emotions and blissfully bliss...

As you run away
I come after you...

She forms her index and middle fingers together,
As she cries for the disgust and hatred of her...

Sitting in the corner with a lost mind.
Grieving the loss chance I have lost...

What can be more beautiful?
Than to commit myself to you...

"Here lies my fallen angel,
taken away by reaper's death...

I shall always except your heart.
The most perfect gift you bestow...

A memory never forgotten,
Of lost tortures and desolation of past...