Profound tears, never believe me I am not your abandoned angel By the power of spiritual weepings and nightmares The monumental icons of past and reptiles I am this pain that hurts when you entangled respire Disenchantment, as with my bloody hand my love I pretend Fulgent eyes, a glance at snow Meltdown of wings and crowns Flatters enshrined by the essence of demon Neither heaven nor hell could bestow thus love I am this pain that hurts when you entangled respire Disenchantment, as with my bloody hand my love I pretend Come back, bend over for me Come back, bend over for me The decided love Before we die, a serum of hate fades trough an astral God