The dawn is coming and I'm feeling the fluid over my skin. Melancholy's is filling the life and it will grow my itself. Pass through this masquerade. You will die. This universe can't stop us. This is our world. You will be buried. I remember you were there full of passion with a smile on your face. Enjoy every moment, hoping, living and tightening. Now you're white, pale like snow and you know. You'll pay for this. Don't you know that you'll burn? And I'll be sitting on the throne. Hear this symphony. This is your end, don't you know you'll burn?