She was terribly beating down,
piece by piece her soul is broken...

I could be someday
traveling around the world...

Glide me over your lips,
Like pride mumbling tricks...

You're made of copper,
silver and gold...

I cannot do the things,
which I cannot, that cannot be done...

With that desire in his soul,
Nothing but a cauldron of lust...

Alone in the middle of nowhere,
darkness is it's name...

I wish someday,
I could brush your hair...

Tears, oh tears,
whispers of a wounded heart...

Calla Lilly who was once sit in her silence,
her whisper dry, lips thin...

Burning candles,
With that body made of wax...

I don't agree, and even scientist don't agree,
Even great Kings, don't agree..it's an insult to...