Gotisch
I was carefree but he turned me into a beast.
I had a clear path but he painted my world red.
I trusted him to protect me. He returned my trust with betrayal.
I died from loving him. I was reborn because of my hatred towards them.
He was my light. I will become their darkness.
I was his little red. I turned into the big, bad wolf.
I was born Vittoria. They created Rosso.
They severed my wings when they aggrieved my family.
They will soon understand the reality that is me.
With my descent, a beast was born.
They saw me fall down from Heaven. Now watch me rise from Hell.
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