I once was a white butterfly,

Pure and vain and free,

Until an evil came about,

A masked man captured me…


Surrounded by my own kind,

I wonder who'll be next?

We're trapped inside his evil lair,

Waiting to be possessed,


Darkness swirls around us,

Hues of purple and of black,

A man corrupted by pain and loss,

It's courage that he lacks.


We're used and toyed as puppets,

Forced to infiltrate innocent minds,

Injected with darkness and destruction,

Unable to escape these invisible binds,


Two gloved hands close around me,

I know that it's my time,

I mindlessly fly into Paris,

Unaware of my innocent crime,


I'm stuck inside an object,

Waiting to break free,

Hawkmoth's doing once again,

Why did it have to be me?


I hope that I will be saved,

By the bug and the black cat,

I wish for the darkness to be erased,

What more can I ask but that?


"Bye bye, little butterfly,", I hear,

I'm purified and released,

Free to fly away from here,

Waiting for Hawkmoth's defeat…


Once butterfly, once akuma,

Firsthand, I saw it all,

From Ladybug and Cat Noir,

To Hawkmoth's eventual fall,


You don't know what is coming,

Parisians lost all optimism,

The scale of the destruction,

Far worse than Cat Noir's Cataclysm,


Hawkmoth's reign of terror won't stop until we see,

That under the mask lies a tycoon, a

Ruthless, cold, broken man, who

Turns butterflies… into akumas.