• The soft of skin, and light of touch, i feel it in my dreams.
    But soon its broke by teary streams.
    I see her she sees me, but truths its all for not.
    My fire it burns a thousand suns, she leaves the sticks unhot.
    The glimmering blade, onto which i fell.
    By my hand i made, of this I'll tell.

    She first alay the gleaming gem, to of which i found.
    With smiles and laughs, an open heart, i picked her from the ground.
    Then melt and mold in my growing fire, that taught the metal shine.
    I forged the life i gave it form, and now it should be mine.
    By my mind, by my blood, by my sweat and tears.
    And still she turns from me.
    Awaken now my greatest fears.
    Became reality.

    Even now can't curse the name, to which i gave my love.
    I give up peace i give up truth, i giveth her the dove.
    Now in end, i fall apon blade, to strength of which i gave.
    Until thy body crimson tears,do bath across thine glave.