• Sing the song of songs.

    Her Voice. Elegant, like that of an Angel's soft whisper.
    Her Steps. Swift, like the winds skimming on the waters surface.
    She Sings. The world stops, and listens to the sound of harmonious bliss.

    He Listens. Hearing the sound of the elegant goddess.
    His Tears. The once cold heart melts to nothing as the song continues.
    He Thinks. The voice of the angels beckons him to change.


    Her Sadness. The song is coming to a close
    His Madness. The gods abandon him.
    They Meet. His heart colder than ever, her voice is silent.


    The Blade. A force, A fight.
    The Terror. A frightful dash.
    The Strike. His anger, her pain.

    Her Voice. Nevermore.
    His Tears. Nevermore.
    Their Lives. Nevermore.

    Sing the Song of Songs. Life is but a Blur if your Voice is squelched.
    Sing the Song of Songs. Death is an inevitability of a cold heart.

    Sing the Song of Life. love, Live, Enjoy what is to be Enjoyed. Become.
    Sing the song of Death. Hate. Kill, Destroy all those around you. Become?

    Sing the Song of Songs. Sing now and Forevermore.