Locked the door, thousand years ago.
Scars and shadow all over the floor.
Blood of dispute,
Sins of Love.
Sentiments run, only in drains.
Nothing seemed lively anymore.
Notes of hatred,
Songs of the demon.
Window shut, gloomy sighs.
Behind every smile, a flick of despair.
Words of the Satin,
Eyes of an Angel.
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