• The hand pierces my heart,
    It is painless for the most part,
    A slight burning,
    My stomach churning,
    I drop to my knees,
    Through my chest blows a breeze,
    I fall to the ground,
    To this death I am bound,
    A friend holds me close,
    The fires will not roast,
    A sole tear falls on my face,
    Revenge and hatred are her case,
    She leaps with her sword of purity,
    Her soul shall not be deemed dirty,
    The roar of a lion,
    Her glowing eyes turn on,
    She will kill many,
    Her tear brought out my life, if any,
    I leap without vain,
    Bitter oblivion and pure chaos,
    We will not have the loss,
    As long as we're together.