This was written for Dylan Seymour.

The beauty of a princess
No one can have but thee
No one can own, and no one can approach
The destiny of life is lust for nihilism

The sickness of love
The pain of frustration
The obsession of sadness
And the eternal sufferance

The countess of eternal pity
Has taken the life of the prince
In which she held in her castle
To the dungeon she left his soul

The heart of flames
The words of frozen kingdoms
The feeling for death
And the possession of lies

The dragon has to be slashed
The feelings have to go
And the desperance of love
Shall forever be lost

To the throne of eternal power
The sword is raised
Thee shall avenge years of mutilation
And heir of final rest

The pity of the countess
There was none
And so was left the lifeless body
To rot in endless misery