Dream within a neverending sleep
life of fortune and relief
Until you simply cease to be

Who are you, to dare [bad word] upon this land
Defended by my very hand
Remove yourself, that’s [bad word] 

Follow me to fall from grace
The spells that I’ve [bad word] are my chains
Though you’re far enough astray
For salvation, reaching out, to fade

I’m no Guardian Angel
Fatal flames, burn into my eyes
I’m no Guardian Angel
Little one, are you ready to die?

Life is so persistent to persuade
That I should ever have to wait
To end it swiftly by my blade