It grew so cold. It grew so dark.
It is the Death keep quite.
Death of this world turns life a part.
Death is a Cruel Knight.
It kills the hope, belief and love.
Death's killing me and you.
Your last embraces make Her laugh.
Fire in Her eyes is blue.
And all the people of this world
Become the lifeless dolls.
And all the clouds turn to crows,
That takes away your soul.