FC/VC
Some monsters...
Let me show you the beauty of the tomb,
Stain glass of violet,
Dead flowers with the smell still lingering,
He comes for the absence of sound for he suffers from an unknown disease,
A madness caused by the music in his head,
Sung by an endless opera...
The voices of the dead!
He comes down where the black candles are lit below the ground...
Beyond black iron doors he discovers through terror and fear a little dead baby, a young boy is kept,
So lonly, crippled and sad...
Some monsters cannot be slain...
Some monsters...
Let me show you the beauty of the tomb,
Stain glass of violet,
Dead flowers with the smell still lingering,
He comes for the absence of sound for he suffers from an unknown disease,
A madness caused by the music in his head,
Sung by an endless opera...
The voices of the dead!
He comes down where the black candles are lit below the ground...
Beyond black iron doors he discovers through terror and fear a little dead baby, a young boy is kept,
So lonly, crippled and sad...
Some monsters cannot be slain...