How can this be so beutiful
The ground is converd with the gods tears
The trees are wet with my angels blood
My world, my home is filled with the sadness of reality

Abused to the sense with my own paradox
How can this be so beutiful
The ground is covered with the gods tears
The trees are wet with my angels blood
My world, my home is filled with the sadness of reality

Abused to the sense with my own paradox
Smells of the flowers and trees sense something isn't right
Purity is the creation I hope for
Peace can only be told threw stories

Writings in blood and names in graved
Fortunes told and god behold this sacrifice
To be happy is forbidden
To this I see with my own intuition

Peace is a symbol to keep fighting
Monarchy to the extent of stealing our thoughts

What is it that makes you leave
In this life why must you run away
For me, for you
Closing your eyes with my sight

Why did I leave you
Where did I go
I should have been with you
Pain is now my suffering

The pain I've known forever
I think will not end
My little child

To see threw the heavens
To see past the hells
Watching for something

Call me love
I will die for no man
Call me hate
My wings have gone

Lost my power for your suffering
What is hunger for you
What I see is nothing
What I feel is pain