The finest souls has yet to be ripe
Fresh callings from demon cells left chills down the spine
Awkward cold demeanor of frost mellowness
Critic the behaviour left unfathomable for savory
Favourable and careful solicitude left for you
Taken down right from the beginning to please
The thousand timidis animarum animated death by scythes
Blown far beyond imaginations loathe could despair
By tomorrow everlasting heartfelt jalousie shall vanish
Pray tell hear the wishes and accept dear l'petit amour~
