the candle is extinguished, the eye rot. no longer want to wait any longer. He wants to come to find his beloved ... he wants his soul will not rest until you have it in his arms, bleeding and pleading. there is no justification for what their hands. he will come on a beautiful night where the sky is clear of stars kill his beloved and sing the last song. the gods wept, the ignorant will laugh and his disciples die. this is not a threat, since whatever they do, they know what they know, this will happen. I leave these last words full of hatred resentment, of a broken heart. this is just a love triangle.
