In the sanctum of presage,
Blackened wings are unfold
Angels are here in garner,
Where darkest pasts are told.
-∞-
In these cursed places,
Where bloody tears shed
Hopes were forever fading,
Rivers are all run red.
-∞-
With decisive of each story,
Cold will discharge over all
Such is now the ugly tale
Of a demon's pride and fall.
