Like grain I reap your life away,
Thus you taken you're last breath.
No longer white the rooms you walked,
They all are bloody red.
For days and weeks I sharpened swords,
I couldn't suffer any more,
Your teasing smiles,
Your charming eyes,
I broke our binds,
I found our lies.
You killed me and all is left is mold,
And in my heart only blistering cold.
You fell down quickly, you fell with grace,
What horrible betray on such beautiful face!
Fate dealt you, dear, some lethal cards
No longer sing the ancient bards
Of hope and life and light and faith
Again I shuttered eternal fates.
You were, indeed, only mine to love
You were, my dear, the hottest stove
The deepest hole inside my heart,
You took my soul, I took your life.