Thirteen roses for my sweetheart
Thirteen black rose for my valentine;
All I ever craved
Now cold and still inside the grave.
I never wanted it to end like this,
Make me forever more alone,
Your tender pain now become my own.

Sweet fool, leave me; believe in me
Took all your torment out on me
I became your tournequet.
How could you leave me on the edge
Ever dreaming that your back with me,
Cruelest words how you damned me
Words of three
You swore you loved me.

I'm made of fallen angels wings
Trapped inside me
Parasites that cannot see,
With the Xellagon watching over me
Willing my humain sacrifice
Bring me the sharpest knife....

 
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