Endless melody flows
By the eternal hand
The winged maiden draws hope with her violin
A thousand words
Pictured within a pure white sky
The maiden appeared
With roses, white, beautiful
Embodiment of desires
Come, I'll stain it crimson red
The lovely roses draw blood
From the tips of unwary fingers
In the concealed hearts rest a desire
To obtain a moment
Of a slight laughter
From the maiden
Come, I'll taint it with sin
The innocent ascended soul
The velvet cover of your neck
An unquenched thirst burns
A melody is played
By the maiden's hands
With a dark melodious voice
Sings a melancholic requiem
Draws closer in sorrow
One moment I try to refrain
But you appeal through the pain-filled eyes
Whispers "please, do not go"
Come, I'll draw it in reddish hue
The scent of the beautiful blood
Tarnishing the pure white velvet
Ah, forgive my indignified approach
Come, I'll saturate it with your life
Drain all your ugliness, imperfection
So play the melodious sorrow
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