'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...
I sleep in day
i feast at night...
The war drums boom across the fields
roars of anger fill the mind of warriors...
Slowly wilted is the rose,
Representing a single life...
In the land of the unwanted,
I sit there all alone...
It was in that moment....
That I realized...
I am a martyr to the nightmare,
You are the angel standing there...
Who could be,
the one you see...
I can't hide this passion of the night.
I want it so...This internal flame is burning...
Black and blue,
The skies I always see...
She guides you though the fields of dreams,
She takes you by your hand...
Human Death II
Yielding to complete darkness...