So cold an embrace
From the dead,
Yet so familiar arms

That used to belong
That used to belong to a queen


So cold a kiss.
So cold a kiss from the lips.
Once the lips of a Goddess


A feather-like touch.
And a tear of a prince.

Crimson and black.
A promise.
And a venomous CURSE!!


A tear that shall turn to ice
A heart that shall turn to stone

Blood that no longer runs
And all signs of joie shall burn
And whirlwinds of hatred

Shall lift the ashes of joy
It shall be spread to the east
Spread to the west

Spread to the north
And spread to the south
Of this dead heart pulse

The pulse of decay

AAAHHH!!


From rulership and dignity
To serpent poison dread

The pulse of decay
And the wrath of the transformation
All the grace and beauty of the past. was raped

And left for dead
The pulse of decay
The pulse of a fallen dynasty

The pulse. the pulse
The pulse.
Of DECAY!!