Your end is only the beginning
Eyes that see all close shut...

He sits there on his throne of anger
With a small smirk he reveals his gruesome power...

In my theater made of ice
Dark music dances crossed my stage...

I had these letters
I kept them hidden...

Dying,
fading slowly...

Shifting,
Watch the petals fall...

She isn't real.
She'll never be...

If I saw you again.
Anger would fill my heart...

Within the mirror lies a reflection,
Deep within that...

To fast, to slick, to whatever.
That is what I am...

Rapidly reaching
Envy the golden leaves...

Flower to flower
Elegance in grace and flight...