May be once

And we became alive

They took the corner of your witches

Fed them all the same

The maker of love for judgements three

Hasn't yet appeared to me

But then I never wanted more than fate

Chased you when you reached out

Blades tore all I see

And when she's been forsaken, baby

Sure it's all not on me

So it seems, and so it's came to be

Might be the voices frightened

So it's got me

The weaker of love for judgements three

Has finally passed indeed

Empty, maybe for a day

Chased you when he reached out

Flames tore all I see

And when she's been forsaked, baby

Sure it's all not on me

Now they're thrown upon me

Tore all my flesh away

Real green should have been forsaken

Leave me for a day.