OUR CHAOS 
We read each other"s minds: once more Saint Savior dies,
Forget your fears - it is now darkness, at last we"ve got right to enjoy it.
Whatever we"d become, wherever we would run -
We anyway will meet tonight in this Hell, in the sweetest of torments.
Don"t hide your nasty dreams: my devil never leaves,
He has tought me to satisfy your desires the way you"re expecting.
Your touches are like flame, I"m pleased to feel ashame -
What could excite more than the true we destroy temple someone"s protecting. 
So tremple your white wings, burn golden wedding rings -
It"s all the fake of real trust, real love, it"s a sign of enslavement. 
We are not forced to lie and will not pray to sky:
I"ll fall a prey in our Chaos, where you will turn into temptator.