She cut her wrists - what a pain
Never see her back again...

Spit it round you head in floods
That it seems it boils your blood...

I taste the bitter smell of fate
As I stand before this gate...

Is it what it seems to be
I see you and you see me...

She, the mistress of her own red lust
With a frozen heart of iron rust...

In Daemonia lies deep truth
Thought the Prophet while he choose...

The serpent\'s whistle
The sirens\'s song...

This is a day when I sigh
Think about my life and cry...

I am standing at the bay
In the beginning of the day...

A little spot between the stars is slowly moving...
The surface sparkles like a falling raindrop in...

I feel so lost, I feel so drained
I never felt like this before...

Speak this, what's a burning flame
Burning fire which beasts tame...