I hate you
for everything that you are...

Carriages without horses shall go,
And horrors fill the world with woe...

Seeing you here
Standing before me...

I'm a desolate storm in the eye of your awakening.
Sweet to the eye, yet cold to my touch, your a...

If I said I think of you often I would be calling...
If I said I liked you it would be untrue...

O' winged angel you are the sun.
Arise,fair sun and kill the envious moon...