Saint-like reformed carrions

Hidden like the beast from beauty and mankind

Tortured save the queen all time

Its the opera everyone begs for the phantom to come



Seran for other their acts

Tasted once or twice though exist till now

Blessed are those who transcended

Like the flowers turn to sun they turned to moonlight



Dont look for the sun in midnight!!!!



Pawns in a chessboard fake but not dead

Smashed our tiny lands