A lonely life, a lonely road

An unbarably heavy load

Gilt can never disappear

It cannot soften from the tears

Friends were gained, and friends were lost

They went to Paradise, but at what cost

Friends had died, and friends were mourned

His heart was forever torn

With Cheza gone, and the blood red moon

He knew his time was coming soon

He retraced his steps to see his friends

But what he saw, he wished he could end

The softest bed made out of snow

Paradise is where he'd go

The last sight seen from his eyes

Was a normal moon, then he dies

The last thought that went through his head

Was of all his friends who were forever dead