How far does the innocent soul spotless go,

In a world where killing is logical?

Through pain and suffering but the despair grows,

Each thought full of hatred, each wish full of love.

Should the old man grieving be forgotten with time,

So that when they sell dreams, he doesn't have a dime?

With a numb dry mouth, his words start to rhyme.

While the black coats enjoy their blood with their wine.

The maiden of the courtyard cries every night.

In agony and mourning, with blood in her eyes.

Her soul mate's death, she could not justify.

And could not blame the noble, that showed his demon that night!

How unhappy is the blamed vestal's lot?

In a world unforgiving, to the people forgot.

Eternal Darkness of the Tainted Mind!

Each curse fulfilled, and each grudge refined.