My sweet Ciel, Eyes of blue,
What kind of person is deep within you?
The one not coated in layers of hate,
No one could save you; for it was too late.
bạn gave your soul for a demon slave,
đắng, cay đắng sweet revenge is all that bạn crave,
But there was a time when bạn were sweet,
Until death and despair bạn had to meet.
My dear Ciel, With a broken smile,
You're happiness only lasted awhile.
Your tim, trái tim broken that can never heal,
Gave away your soul for a silly deal.
bạn think Sebastian cares for you,
I'm sorry but that was never true,
He's wanted your soul from the very start,
Wanted to devour it and rip bạn apart.
My dear Ciel, How does it feel,
To know that demons are actually real,
No one could save bạn and now it's too late,
Never can bạn enter through heavens gate.
You're mother and father killed bởi a fire,
Revenge is all bạn crave and desire,
A butler to help bạn with you're every need,
But he is only blinded bởi burning greed.
Life to bạn was just a game of chess,
bạn wanted the most and nothing left,
So in the end; Did bạn stand hoặc fall?
Did the fragile king lose it all?
My dear Ciel, I always knew,
You're eyes should be red.
Instead of blue.
What kind of person is deep within you?
The one not coated in layers of hate,
No one could save you; for it was too late.
bạn gave your soul for a demon slave,
đắng, cay đắng sweet revenge is all that bạn crave,
But there was a time when bạn were sweet,
Until death and despair bạn had to meet.
My dear Ciel, With a broken smile,
You're happiness only lasted awhile.
Your tim, trái tim broken that can never heal,
Gave away your soul for a silly deal.
bạn think Sebastian cares for you,
I'm sorry but that was never true,
He's wanted your soul from the very start,
Wanted to devour it and rip bạn apart.
My dear Ciel, How does it feel,
To know that demons are actually real,
No one could save bạn and now it's too late,
Never can bạn enter through heavens gate.
You're mother and father killed bởi a fire,
Revenge is all bạn crave and desire,
A butler to help bạn with you're every need,
But he is only blinded bởi burning greed.
Life to bạn was just a game of chess,
bạn wanted the most and nothing left,
So in the end; Did bạn stand hoặc fall?
Did the fragile king lose it all?
My dear Ciel, I always knew,
You're eyes should be red.
Instead of blue.