Beauty that's only seen in mine eyes,
A heart that's blacker than reality.
Taught to feel nothing, To love no living being.
The child of the criminals, the daughter of the maids.
When will thyn eyes be opened,
Turned toward the love of a blacksmith.
Yet still thou are punished and abused
by the one you chose.
Two endings to thy tale.
One life to live.
Colder then the one who taught.
Beauty that only that exists externaly.
And a fire that's waiting to burn inside.
The one that was made to be the same as the one.
Taught to punish and break,
The hearts of men.