Forlorn
I am the goddess of pains I run altogether with weeping souls I stand before excruciated hearts As you know I am the goddess of pains I, and the void men We will always living in nowhere We will always drag out our tears We will always fighting a losing battle We will always feel alone I, and the army of agony We will always laugh on dreary fun For we will better be the non-existance As we will, one day, become absolute No, sorry, darling My body is seared And your help always downcast me And my heart is eaten by dark And we both know That we can do nothing about it Afterall I am the goddess of pains And I am the only one who should lead every wretched men