A tall, mystique beauty
Her hair fell beneath her cheeks
As red as they got,
It was later forgotten
Alas, I was beaten

The clash and the meet of our hands
Simplicity of our little plans
Least of all well
Was a story to tell
One with good reason

Let blasphemy tell
The war of the world
Has a weight lifted?
Citizens cry
They want freedom from life
Has a weight lifted away from this girl?

I knew nothing of the woman she was
Her past was an unspoken ghost
Push came to shove
I was never enough
Alas I was beaten

Let blasphemy tell
The war of the world
Has a weight lifted?
Citizens cry
They want freedom from life
Has a weight lifted away from this girl?