Tears flowed from a pleading soul.
Always the picture of composure, While underneath, a lonely smile crumbles Forever, I dance in sync With this masquerade of solidarity
The dark flower, mysterious And demonic in its pristine beauty A curse of immortality, Passed down through the ages
I worship you with everything I am, all that I have My scarlet goddess, Always tempting me to follow you into death
No matter how loud the scream, No matter how painful, No matter how achingly sorrowful, Not a soul hears my wounded cries I continue screaming into the void