Blessed angels from celestial heavens have cloaked their
skies of crimson, veiled in velvet mist.
No one shall ever find out why, but all shall shed their
tears.
She has been in heaven, veiled by darkened skies of crimson,
but she wished to find her gist.
Tides of ethereal seas have flowed within her, all her
wretched fears...

"She should awake her shattered mirth", they say, yet futile
prayers were doomed to be forsaken.
A bleeding sun has set, engulfed by twilight's never-ending
embrace.
She was caressed by scents of autumn, she felt, and she
waited to be finally taken.
Her arid heart was kept locked, tormented inside it's
fragile case...

Only her treasured dawns of scarlet light, golden and sacred
to the mortal eyes,
Only those have cleansed her withering feelings.
She loathed her being, an angel, and longed for the dawn
when she'll arise.
So divine she was, yet so human, so tired of searching for
meanings...

Fallen angels from celestial heavens have watered their
earth with shining, azure lakes.
No one shall ever find out how, but none shall spare their
bliss.
She has returned to dwell among us, her beauty radiating
with azure, as if it never fades.
Her mirth now flows within her, sorrow shall now cease...