She imprisoned my soul in a bottle,
Like a firefly,
And threw it again to the fire.

She drew me that life on a vacant canvas,
But she's gone with its colors.
We're playing a duet,
But the melody of melancholy seems to be the only thing we share.

Tell me the secrets of her fantasy,
How could I believe in this heaven that she promises?

She's calling my name in my dreams,
I can't hide.
Oh she's in the walls, and she never falls asleep.
I feel her presence,
In these streets, in my house,
In these thoughts that I have,
With her cloak and her big black scythe,

This sharp taste of iron doesn't really leave.
(Never really leaves)
Like calling her ghost through the mirror.
I'm painting my life on this vacant canvas with my own blood.

She's calling my name in my dreams,
I can't hide.
Oh she's in the walls, and she never falls asleep.
I feel her presence,
In these streets, in my house,
In these thoughts that I have,
With her cloak and her big black scythe,

I'm calling her ghost through the mirror
Oh I know thhat I just can't hide.