Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine

Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams

This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine

Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart.

It's so hard to see my face

In the mirror's cold disgrace

I wonder what is this I have become

A childish forlorn wish

So easy to seduce

Seems like it's just one step to fall down.

Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine

Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams.

I can hardly write these lines

Cause I already have signed

My name across the wall of prayers

Now I listen to my name

Sounding like a blame

I close my eyes and start to sing my song.

Be the valentine, rip the heart of mine

Give your innocence to the brightest of...

This is harvest time, taste the bloodred wine

Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart.

If I'm looking back behind

To long forgotten times

There's something that is burning on and on.

I live in memories, cast into melodies

They die in harmony with greed and treachery.

Pactum fraudis - sanguinans.

How can I run from this hurting,

Neverending pain.