First she has the entire World,
Then she loses it all.
And when she thinks the worst all passed, it's just about to come.

A bud of desperation
Has taken now her soul.
She'll need to do the best she can
Cause here starts her war.

But she's got to be a master
In the art of suffering well.
And when she's got the skill to kill
Her mind is ready to begin the conquest
Of the art of suffering well.

She must forget her previous time
She'll have to see beyond.
She'll live with no regret at all,
But the pain will never go.

She must destroy her feelings.

A mishap she has to own
She'll be at one with darkness and
Spit at Jesus's throne.

Demon of sorrow, my life recieve.
I want to play with you Cruelty's melody...

... I want to play with you
Cruelty's melody...
... In Hell!

She'll suffer therefore she will exist
May the Grief be revealed on her
By a psycho succubbu, demon of sorrow her skilled soul shall receive.

For her, who has improved the art of suffering well.
Give her refuge
Beneath your wings.

Give her the keys
That opens the door to the Realm of The Grief.