This place is not good,
This place is not right...
Once upon a time,
In a kingdom far away...
Follow the moon
Follow the darkness...
Wrists are made for slicing
bones are made to brake...
*Do not read if you have not read parts 1-7*
"Follow me dearies," the old lady said...
Thinking of the pain of thousands,
Alone I sit atop this hill...
You caress my back gently,
Brush back my hair...
Come to meet me please my love,
Where the darkest angels lie...
All of them my angels,
Who guide me with their words...
Her hair blazes like an open fire,
dancing in the air...
I'm so into you
i really like...
All my dreams come with pain
none of them will go away...