This is a tale that happened a long time ago
In a world where people constantly die
This is the tale of a scribe tasked with imprisoning the Grigori
And, to help, was blessed with immortality
On a sandy hill by a small village, there slept a tall scribe
Feeling unusually optimistic on this warm day,
The scribe got ready and set out
This'll be the day, they'll see-he'll find the Grigori
He passed through a village with a small tower that was rather busy
No problem, it's fine
He kept to the gloomy corners of the town,
Trying to avoid talking with mortals
But a girl kept trying to talk with him,
And when he tried to explain why she shouldn't,
She cried "But that's not a bad thing…
And you seem so nice!"
Once again, they didn't understand
They only saw the blessing and smiled
Such is how everyone remained oblivious
As the scribe marched on
A tale in a world where one man was blessed
One night, he prepared a lot of food and gathered his hope
The scribe would not give up on his task
Even though the years passed, he kept searching, wanting to save humanity
One day he found an old friend he had made in small village,
He was old and dying
His friend asked why he was so young, for the scribe had never explained
In tears, he watched as his friend died,
When Lucifel appeared
He took that soul to Heaven and smiled
"I'm not going anywhere."
His words made Enoch's heart overflow
This was someone who would never leave him!
Such is how Lucifel reached out to him,
Because the Angels had blessed him
A tale in a world where two people were blessed
The mortals envied him,
The man blessed by the Angels
To not die but live forever,
Ah, what a wonderful fate
And the scribe marched on, still searching for the Grigori
His will would be done-and he had Lucifel by his side
Even if he failed today,
There was always another day ahead to keep going
Enoch supposed that mortals would never understand
They only saw the blessing and smiled
Such is how everyone remained oblivious
Because immortality was a curse to the scribe
After freeing the Grigori,
The scribe would be freed from his blessing
And so he walked on, even though he was in so much pain
Because he had Lucifel by his side, he was not truly alone
In a living world, only one man was stagnant and sad
