Letra de The Broken Doll
Beware, dearest daughter, Beware of the silent ones The beautiful ones For now, they are all but whispers Tempered within the edifice of timeBeware, dearest daughter For they are far less merciful than IEven in death, my spirit cries out to her Weeping for the youth that was raped The innocence that was defiled Her pale, child-like, porcelain faceNow shattered into a thousand tiny fragments of lifeless beauty Each reflecting its own horrorI laugh at the mockery and irony of fate For she spares no ones as she dances hand in hand with time She taunts us with her invisible smile A smile which to me reflects only a masque A masque which my face no longer wearBeware, dearest daughter, beware of the silent ones Beware, dearest daughter For they are far less merciful than IBy: Satou 13