Ahhhhhh! Screamed a man as he was torn to pieces a girl with a huge black scissor like swords she sliced him in half blood pouring everywhere,'' hahahahahahaha'' laughed the girl ''why aren't you moving father where's mother?'' in another room of the house a body was laying on the floor like a thrown away doll her blond hair covered in blood

The girl walked out of the house the villagers at her door step with torches, knives, and big swords. ''Get the monster '' ''kill her '' the people charged but she ran away into the forests she cried saying ''where's mother why is father dead '' she stopped and started to sing her favorite song

It has been told that a spirit lives in an old podium

Where the crown still is abandoned and alone yet more lovely than everybody's sins

A holy chalice in my right hand flooded to the brim with blood

Drinking causes night to seize the land

And beauty and long life to arise

Influencing a bloodied moon

All you can do is lie, and you are doomed

If life's value was controlled by how we die

Then wouldn't it be best to die consumed by webs of lies

At the time of our last words

Led us to fly away like birds

Our sins will fall away like feathers from a crow

Raining down without a stop just like raindrops

Covering our bodies that wait for us down below

We live on but far down on earth below life for us stops

Deep inside mind advice kept to help us

This advice is to help make up for mistakes

Search for the answer to get out of this mess

Hurry, hurry you need to dodge the waves

The key that holds the crown is rusted and can't be used

Stopping any who try to steal the crown that sleeping person will still sleep

Lost in a muse those who try to pry the stand will not leave with a frown

In those final moments of ours

We will shine like the stars o spirit dancing high up in the bright sky

But she stopped when she heard a snapping noise's- who's there show your self ''she then heard a horrible laugh then a voice said come here my darling

Then everything was consumed in darkness