So I walked through the paths of darkness.
Leading me to the hollowed gardens!
Essances of dying roses!
Reminding the curse.

I wandered in once called great halls,
Of soul palace now is rusted.
Ghosts of passion and joy!
See the illusions.

Blessed be the dedication for beloved,
In our quest to live forgotten.
Shadows witnessed to our oath.
The vary burden of our brethren!

So we gave ourselves to the embrace.
May it be the curse of our age?

Weeping souls of the cursed lifes!
Having no strength to shout!

Only a dim light sparks in the night,
Behind the heaven we have left.