BEAUTIFUL EYES

O Beautiful Eyes,
What spell have thou cast on me
To make me fall for you?

What magic do you possess,
That makes a man
Lose his sanity?

Wherefore on yond fateful day
at which hour i first hath met thee
thee gaveth me yond behold?

O Beautiful Eyes,
Full of joy and happiness
Gift from God.

Beautiful,
yet,
vulnerable.

When worry and fear came,
They started to torture
The purity out of you.

Ev'ry day.
but soft.
draining thy essence

O Beautiful Eyes,
Full of joy and happiness
Gift from God.

Too pure for this world.
Made disappear
By the hands of impurity...

Your departure...
Leaving
Those closest to you...

Thy departure.
returning
to its 'riginal lodging

O Beautiful Eyes,
Full of joy and happiness
Gift from God.

Lord Slayer