every human being is instilled with a fear of fate
that death that one comes to hate
but you will realize when it's too late
that the angels of darkness have opened the gates
step through, my child, to a better life
step through, sinner, to a world of knives
yet one will return when the night has just started
to recover the lost daughter that he had once fathered
fate is a mistress that is fickle
it will come to slice you open with her sickle
know that one day your soul will be set free
the string will snap, and you will rest in peace
