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