Once fallen shall rise again,

to serve it's final purpose:

Protect and turn into dust,

in love--a guiding compass.

Darkness built on sacred place,

with taste of rotten apple.

Breed the nature of a beast

To live in secret chapel.

Now I know "lifey" depression but nevertheless,

No one will ever relieve me from torture,

For my soul suffers from grief and distress,

simply prone to bad luck and misfortune