Pain is pure and the more pain the more pure
When pain almost reaches death...

This love was so true and sweet
Ever since that day you swept me off my feet...

To think of someone as a lover
is to share the same feelings as one another...

Summers were so slow and easy
When i was young like then was so easy...

Masks and scary faces, hiding in dark places
Dressed in death, it drapes their skin...

You look at me with an ignorant eye
Ignoring me, as if I were less than a fly...

Red rose paint on my finger tips
And my cheeks lightly blushed...

The reaper dances with our souls
The fire burns the frozen coals...

Flying high up in the sky,
The doves softly float...

The withered tree
Up on the hill is waiting for the sun...

Paint me a picture of what I have seen
Paint me this picture, of what this can be...