(Growl-male)

Written in the walls of the cemetery

Are words from the mouth of the Devil himself.

"Damsel in distress, brown eyes, lips of cherry,

Spilt blood, fractured heart, soul in ashes, sweet hell."

He stands at a distance to watch her shadow,

Velvet wrapped silhouette of whispered goodbyes.

Like volcanic pyre in the bosom of snow,

Painted pictures of darkness lights up her eyes.

She waits for his return for a century,

Long lost soul mates torn apart by death so cold,

Or so she believes in her haunted fury,

And now the greatest love story will be told.

(Female- sung)

The unholy hour has arrived, you must return.

Let the jaded past be faded as it all burns.

They say you're a figment of my overactive imagination.

Free me from the very fiber of my being through acceptilation.

(Growl-male)

Walking up to where she stands beside his tomb,

He wipes the crystals spilling out of her eyes.

Her hand in his claws, the world prepares for doom,

Their love blossoms, and the rosewood forest dies.

Promise of a forever that she won't know

Keeps her tied to the beast with the divine light,

Her lips assume the shape of a loaded bow,

The arrow ruptures the chanting of the night.

With the spell broken, evil in him awakes,

Disguised under the wings of dead shooting stars.

She doesn't notice how a part of her breaks,

And now the greatest love story will be charred.

(Female- sung)

The unholy hour has arrived, you must now turn.

Let the jaded past be faded as my world burns.

They say prophecies are made by overactive imagination.

Free me from the very fiber of my being through acceptilation.

(Growl-male)

Damsel in distress, brown eyes, lips of cherry,

Spilt blood, fractured heart, soul in ashes, sweet hell.

Dagger in hand, content smile, freshly buried,

She sleeps blissfully in her eternal shell.

His red eyes capture the beautiful image

Of disembodied innocence, hopes and dreams.

She had it coming, she was too full of rage,

She had it coming, nobody heard her screams.

Wiping tears of joy they mistook as sorrow,

He broods in the cold to rejoice his triumph.

Prophecy fulfilled, no one will ever know.

His laughter rids his throat of the rising lump.

(Female-sung)

The unholy hour has arrived, I must now learn.

Let the jaded past be faded as my world burns.

They say destiny is shaped by overactive imagination.

Free me from the very fiber of my being through acceptilation.

(Male spoken)

For love, darling, is immortality,

Or so she once told him in a long lost city.

Written in the walls in her blood so pale,

Is the prophecy he made when she bid farewell.