The soul of the crystal rose bleeds from fear

He shall die before the sun meets the moon

All bullets are lost, the gun’s full of tear

Gets nauseous by hearing this Morbid tune

No, don’t let him close his precious green eyes

The last thing he sees shall not be ashes

The glory of this moment’s full of lies

Breath’s gone, his body’s covered in gashes

He goes, on the way to this endeavour

Darkness rules this tragic repetition

Marble of his heart’s whiter than ever

Gaining what’s not theirs , truth of this mission

Closes the jade of his eyes, counts to three

Cause is achieved, he’s ultimately free