With a forever frown on her face
Never again will her cold heart race
For her and Darkness in an eternal chase
Her frozen feet never to pace
With her bright red blood on that eon old mace
She has fallen onto that grave's cold base
Her heart shattered like an antique vase
Forever searching in the never- ending space
With her beautiful body in a cherry wood case
And the dress she shall wear is pure white lace

When the Heaven's gates close
From that bright light
So she went to the new Hell
So dark you had no sight
She renewed her body
Renewed her soul
To live a new life
As a young horse's foal

Don't you wish it were real?
That she really had that kind of happy ending?
No, She still burns for things she never did.
Don't you feel bad, that innocence means nothing?
Still, Don't you wish it were real