Night falls where doubts, arise in the eyes
She walks through the ashes of hatred
She walks with unerring gaze
Glass the is broken is the dissonance of certainty

Fear hovers, but is fate is perfect
Cries of pain reverbarate in the atmosphere
Semblance of desire, wish everyone
The bells the play is the silence of isolation

Agatha dance the last dance
Agatha is her attitude
Agatha did not want to waste time

The windows fogged by the cold of despair
She notes your music Just
She closes her eyes and awakens the lapse
Looking toward the valley, so long ago