Sea of butterflies, Crimson wings flutter, a lure For wandering souls
Snow white and crimson red, Lucid shades of color bleeding together A stark contrast between My flesh and your fangs
When it comes to you, I have no doubts in mind For our love, I won't think twice
The dark flower, mysterious And demonic in its pristine beauty A curse of immortality, Passed down through the ages
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?