The clock strikes one, but it's the killing hour.

Everything is on fire and I'm burning.

I set my soul aflame to destroy the ones that made me this way.

The decent into madness isn't a pretty sight.

I may not be insane, but I'm not a clean slate.

I fight a war I'm bound to lose.

Do you want to see my battle scars?

Even though I'm just a perosn, whose tears shed sliently, noone ever dares to care.

No one ever dares to think about our haunted souls.

We are the effect of years of neglect.

We are the effect of the prefcet angels' sins.

Mirror, mirror you can never portray both of my sides.

You can not display a girl who is spilt in half.

Now my kind unties in a battle cry.

Welcome to the sercet war of sinners' souls.