Well... You've done something wrong, my baby. You've done tonight. The Haven's Army wasn't ready. And the Hell turns off the light... Turns off the light of the broken soul, So cannot resist anymore.
Do you hear red devil laughing or Do you hear poor angel cry? Now your life burred down in a coffin in the land where no bird fly.
I don't want to be your torture, And don't want to be the priest. Just a shadow at the corner, I am witness from the mist. I'm witness from the mist, Let me give you Reaper's kiss.
Do you hear the red devil laughing, or Do you hear poor angel cry. all the words mean to me nothing Listen to the last lullaby...