Close your eyes,

Killer of the night;

Cross your arms.

I give you this flower,

Withered like my dreams,

'Tis the white chrysantemum,

The flower of the dead.

Oh slayer from the dark,

You kill less than I do.

I may be the sinner,

but this sin I will undo.

Cards for sorrow,

Cards for pain.

Savior from the light,

May you be their guide,

In a world like this,

In a world insane.