A spot in the darkness,
An un-pure blood,
Distant and forbidden,
It hides itself from goodness.

Passing in the shadow,
Spreading blood,
Spreading terror,
Spreading his warm sweet hands,
Of death.

His blood dripping like spots,
In the black velvet of the sky,
What a pretty sight for his kingdom,
Such a perfect existence.

Escape from the good power,
Relive the sadness and the despair,
I see your stains with all their glory,
I say a prayer to you,
For I am the next victim,
To be a slave,
In your kingdom.