When Death himself speaks to you,
The Fallen Angel comes about,
The words she sends fly straight and true,
Though her strength you may doubt.
Death, in black, stealthly slays,
The Angel, in pink, protect those she loves,
She peacefully will stop all the frays.
Death's hair is the color of cooing doves,
The Angel's hair is the color of chesnut trees.
Masamune, Death's sword, makes its mark,
You can hear it sweep through the leaves,
Between Death and the Angel remains a spark.
He wishes to become a god, power above all,
The Innocent One has fallen in love with the girl from Heaven's Paradise,
Death is angry and starts to plan a strategy to make their hearts fall,
To save the Planet her life she must sacrifice,
The Innocent One's sanity is constantly tried,
All he does now is sit alone and cry.