Decypher Lucifer,
as a maze of a soul
chanting the initial sin
~of a perfect creature~
Your wings of steel
so heavy and cold;
breathe slow and shout inside
~prisoner of your own nature~
wish to detach from all
yet you're trapped and
open up your mind and soul
~something stops you~
~?~
Reach for the sky that closed-
your gaze is lost
your soul is bluring
~in a forbidden feeling~
~so intense, and wild, and real~
~but chaotic~
