Underneath this pretty face,
Which through all time has been adored
And loved 'til it could take no more,
Something in my soul is growing at a steady pace.
Molten-golden, in my heart drips
Liquid love, growing fast, boiling hot
Turning into living lava, rising to the top.
Threatening to explode at any slight and little slip.
And now here alone, I feel the diabolic darkness
Rushing through my every living vein,
Cleansing me of love like a ruinous rain.
Now neither angel nor demon can pull me from this abyss.
But I won't deny this new vengeful hunger
From carrying out its devilish deed.
It was you who planted this sadistic seed,
One day you will feed on the fruits of your own senseless blunder.