Wicked souls on darkened slums, make me ask who I am!
Sinful voices on decaying ruins make me ask who you are!
Where is the moon , the stars, the clouds and the sun on this realm of nothingness? Where is my priestess of mars?
Embracing mistress of old ways, fore teller of my ending days, witness of my own self-destruction ?
One day, one day I'll meet you again, whoever you are, wherever you are and I'll eat your soul, so that you won't escape me anymore !