Now she's without protection

Lost her soul during the process

The lady is becoming colder

There's an uncommon taste of sickness

This is the end of everything,

The beggining of our misery

She knows he would die for her

But she won't believe in transitory words anymore

Black cats don't lay in knives two times

You can tell, telling and repeating,

She'll know you're cheating

Don't you ever think using her power for your purposes

Black spiders let crimson footprints...

Let her search for her lost desire

Sweet obssession illuminated by black candles...