The arm of … the angel of death, hurts
Nobody knows, nobody, nobody knows
Treacherously holding our scythes for
The dying ones, nobody, nobody knows
The angel, the angel.
Time, has proven to be, eternal, to me
Passing time, I am the ultimate spawn
I will never come back, I will never
You have to help me, the homage of the undead
Take me, take me … To go die.
The black whisper, the white viper
The abstract story, one does not enlighten
And all is forever lost, transcendence, the pain
My nature, my spawn, into your death
Calypso, we were going to destroy the world.
Somebody save me, Sakura Chansey.