• The heart of the holy knight
    remains within the dark night,
    what began as a miracle,
    now its a terrible nightmare.

    The heart of his beloved one
    now lies inside the dead corpse,
    there beside the white rose,
    dwelling between the dead ones.

    It was an impossible love,
    and now in front of the moon light,
    he begs to god to be might
    now that what he wanted was lost.

    Between the dead corpse
    and in front of the white rose,
    a new flower seems to born,
    wich contains a beautiful butterfly,
    that rises to the sky with total freedom.