Always, I try to see the path of humanity, darkness, and poverty. How can we explain this tragedy? I got lost in depravity drawn by futility, I left my life on a funeral pyre girl. The world is made of darkness, like a faded rose or a dead, black sun, dead girl. This world is full of diseases, open your eyes and listen all over you, I will. Why creating such illusions? (Try to live with few hopes and love) Why?
(Shadows of light fallen from grace to hell) This fire howls and burns me, leads me to this hell. (Forget this shadow of light) This shining pride of illusions. Perhaps you do lie to yourself, so accept the world in which you live.
Where is your destiny? Come and fly with me. (This world is not yours) Welcome to a land of pleasure.
(No, don't know the way of death) This paradise is wrong to except your perverseness. Leave your dress of virginity. Open your eyes, kill your dreams.
The gates have shut you out of allowed lands. All of my sorrow whines to you.