• The fragile streetlights dye the raindrops gold
    It’s beautiful and lonely, but a little cold

    I walked alone through the night rain
    Its like I’m numb, I want to feel pain
    And so the blood goes down the drain

    These are the streets of my empire
    Glittering orange as if on fire

    Ruled by me and my silver blade
    I become the stains that never fade
    Waterfalls of crimson cascade