?\ Behind ghost gates, /Behind these deathly gates
With her brimstone eyes, / All lids full with her grin
Fiery little diamonds, / Bound to our promises
Demonic in the sky. / They never let her in.
I travel, yet so still,
Upon this road I walk,
I feel every little pebble,
I glide, as though a hawk.
I turn your mask towards me, /Flowered
I turn your hand into ash, / A risk, to take.
If you ever want me, (I'm in your periphery)
Just ask to have me back. .a.v.o.i.d.i.n.g. your eyes