In a world full of hate,
Were hope has taken it's finally breath,
Two lovers dull of life,
The kiss of death shall end their lives,
Through storm and fire the world must fall,
Their finally goodbyes with a touch of their lips,
They call each other’s names through the smoke and rain,
As they are ripped from each other their eyes meet with a finally pled,
In the worlds last hour,
The screams of the lovers is the last to be heard,
A flower of death is the only living thing left,
As a spell is cast over the whole world the world must end with a scar and tear on its cheek.