Seeing that you saw my tape,
...as your soul is mine to rape.
You stare at disbelief, and I in content,
This was meant to be, this was meant.
The days go by, and I wait in haste
the hours drift by, my time is awaste.
Then, your day comes, and my circle continues...
you scream in pain, and I laugh amused.
Here, in my well my life was short
my soul was cursèd, the soon abort.
But my leisure is death, and soon here after
Echoes arise, my roaring laughter.
See here, this was my fate,
And here I am, always in wait.
Seven days I say, do I dare muse?
Why not? How dare I refuse!
As I the fallen angel, the princess of black
Minus seven years, I am back
Seeing that you saw my tape,
...its is your fate you cannot escape...