"The sky is darkened by black clouds
The fertile land, made of crimson ice...

A boy has a problem
He's stuck and confused...

A boy sits in his room of bereavement
Cluttered by his thoughts and reveries...

The Darkness is illuminating
Each of whom is excavating...

Despite the fact that we're good friends
I'll always be here for you until the end...

Black winged angel
My blood wrought genocide...

Oh, how it must feel...
To know not what true love truly is...