In the desecrate 0f the night,
C0mes the day,
0nce again I 0pened my dark eyes,
And start thinking 0f y0u,
Y0ur midnight hair turns red,
Under the s0rching sun,
h0w I wish t0 bl0ck the sun,
And shade y0u.

I l0ve y0u m0re than I've said,
T0 end this silence,
T0 pr0ve t0 y0u my sincerity,
I slit my wrist,
I bleed a sl0wly painful death,
0n my death bed.