The darkness provokes me crazed morbidity enters my soul,
There is nothing that will please thee, till the blood that you seek is in that bowl!
A charming demonís romance, pleasantries of words that you whispered into my ears,
Canít you see, what has it brought to me, nothing to see and nothing feel only pain and tears
tiny sweats trickling down my temple, the feeling of wrath making me tremble with fear
like a vengeance laid upon me wanting me to stray from whom I truly hold dear!
I see that you want me to suffocate
planting upon me the seeds of hate
trapping me with the illusions of fate
pretending you are my best mate!
You, who like a dagger ploughed
Into my heart with deadly thrill
Your will, stronger than a crowd
Of demons, mad, and dressed to kill
Your bed, your lodging, and your domain, me a dejected soul you have made
Perfidious poison I have preyed,
help my cowardice, with gallantry of a sudden blade.
My hope my prayer my remorse, what more will you try to take?
the sudden blade, I besought and
I win me for my freedom with none else to trade.
I am letting you take, for I will forsake
the lies that you have said and made my heart break
the sufferings you brought on to me, the anger and misery, whatís there to sooth?
I am cheated, in the end itís by my youth, and thatís the absolute truth!
"You - my inked love-are not fit to be chainedĒ
This treacherous feeling of love has left me drained
In the city where we celebrate the Festival of Dead
Alack! I will be the mortal with the blade, and I will set it upon your head!