When the leafes turn brown in fall,
and the wind takes them to fill the hall,
her eyes are filled with desire, and her words may stun
your heartbeat. Knowing, that without light,
we are deamons.

The pain in the world made a new goddess
of what once was a girl.
Her black wings, her spine growing spider limbs,
they tell a story of blood and tears.
"There is too much hate in the world."

Now that you know how the gods kill,
don't be afraid of the violent fire.
It's a long way back from hell.
But even if it'd take us till the end of time,
I don't mind the pain,
for now I can see all you were.