Alone I roam these haunted halls, Alone yet again over desolated fields. Laughter I hear, it haunts me still. How can the world be like this? How I wish to be like you, How I wish to fit in.

Was that my wish? Maybe yes, maybe no.

No one knows me and no one cares I cry out for help, yet they shrug me aside The countess sings her song.

The cup of vile blood spills over Blood is spilled.

My gun I need no longer, For bodies lies in peace.