... and then an angel came
And touched me with her wings.
She gave me the gift of vision through
The eyes, and this undermined my soul,
It let me to see the sorrow of the truth,
Through gloomy crystal pieces.
In a source of hollow essence
A source of hollow essence
And then when I wanted to notice,
I was already dismembered
By the pain and I wasn't be able to discern
If that was a demon's doing or angel's.
In a source of hollow essence
If that gift was my virtue or my damnation!
In a source of hollow essence
A source of hollow essence
A source of hollow essence
My virtude of my damnation!
A source of hollow essence
A source of hollow essence
A source of hollow essence
A source of hollow essence