Lost the counts of mask you gave,
To when I wear masks to survive,
That theatre you conceive has lost its charm,
Tonight, I am tired to not bring rest in bed,
Care to spell another mask, Deathra!
The kingdom of known darkness called upon on fight,
Wear your own existence and fight with my soul,
Scared my soul has hidden in depths of numbness,
Care to carve another armor, Deathra!
I sigh in pain inflicted on my soul,
Alive has lost its charm to my masks,
Write a new destiny to meet on brinks,
Care to bath me in sleep, Deathra!