It starts with somewhats
and dressed such grant
After the bloody love
Put the scar in the heart
of the dove
The love that grow in my heart
Leaving its root under
Wearing this mascara of pain
Reminiscing the Love I gain
The Angels sangs in unison
with the light insighted
beyond the pale-shed
that aches through vision
How I wish we could elope
Beyond this Heart you envelope
This antiquated Love
Wearing this blood-shed Robe
