This is the endless midnight, a sorrow with no escape.
Always beautiful. Never grow old.
The nocturne is our playground.
Our lives are crimson, no end in sight.
We may be alive, but forever alone.
We awake as the sun goes down...
To renew our ravenous cycle.
This is a plea for death, this is a longing for an escape.
To be trapped in one's own body...
Is never as perfect as one would would want it to be.
From cold blue lips, I give this cry...
Before I give a gift of steel into my heart.
To take my life before the sun comes up...
To end this desperation.
Die now, live forever.
Interficio me ante ego interficio me.