Immortality rendered by a lovestruck soul, crimson red upon the balcony flows.
A love forbidden is a love denied, tears are shed upon a dreary high.
O where will no love lead thee, upon the darkened road of Purgatory.
Reaching top of the stairway hold, a sharpened blade made of gold.
Starring lifeless into the blade again, bid thee life a final end.
Clutch the knife and swiftly hit thee chest, upon thy breast it rests.
Immortality rendered by a lovestruck soul, crimson red upon the balcony flows.