Your soul was sticked in a mirror reflection
Throw paintful eyes which colored in steel
My Goddess, I worship your tragic perfection
And promise: your body will never come wilt.
Let cynical wind will take you to clouds
Forget your vocation and vail your heart.
Just feel and go mad by haughty sounds
This music replace everything ever heard
So play with cold stars by cruel and callous
And ascend by sorcery higher to dark.
Do join this fabulous favourite colors
And say to your earthly acquaintance: "Good Luck"