Turn the page, of the woman's diary That was found among dust, and pictures A life-time, to be red A life written down to be remembered.
Chapter one, a secret in the folders Dark, innocent child, who run away from home Wounded she walks, and soul already dead Looking for angels to take her away.
Take me to heaven, the end will come someday, oh angels...
Love, hate, passion, twisted documents Happiness, and, violence! And she was running, running, way forever Running, running, away from the sane Running, running, from moulder pain Running, running away forever...
Take me to heaven, the end will come someday, oh angels...