I’ll tell you of my hours in wreath You know I was an anguished In my disease, and poisoned by The loneliness; escape from myself Before I cry…
Antoinette, My soul, We had an all But we had fall
Antoinette, My lore, I will remember Every piece of your dark soul…
Before I die I’ll tell you of horizon which I won’t reach There begins the morning But not for me… In pouring rain I could try to come as you, I could try to breathe with you as one…
You labeled me Your freedom’s vice and lust Of infinite sadness… I rid Myself from fetter of the light, I like to be beside…
Antoinette, My soul, We had an all But we had fall
Antoinette, My lore, I will remember Every piece of your dark soul…