Confutatis maledictis, flamis acribus addictus

Voca, vocame, vocamecum benedictis

Confutatis maledictis, flamis acribus

Voca, vocame cu benedictis, cu benedictis

Qro supplex et aeclinis corcontritun casigenes

Gerre iruram, cu ram me

Cast curse, acrid flames

Call, call me, call me to blessing

Cast curse, acrid flame

Call, call me, call me to blessing

I now go to the climax

It is the end for me

Flames of hell broke loose on the black ground beneath her, a red and black scene of doom, of hell. The flames wrapped around her cool skin and it burned, not only on the skin, but in the foul smell. It burned everything. Hot winds blew at her and attacked her.

A curse, a curse.

A cloud of mist enveloped and put out the flames. It stopped the burn. It relaxed her. It made her fade. She saw only purity now. It calls.

A blessing, a blessing.

More strong intense flames tormented her now. It hurt more. Once again, hot winds and fire attacked her.

A curse, a curse.

She was healed of scars from the flames once again. The mist surrounded her again. It help her to not suffer.

A blessing, a blessing.

Ground appeared before her. A black ground and whitish light on her. She could only see herself. She felt no pain, no goodness. Only nothing. Suddenly, a small breeze flowed through her. She noticed her fingers blow away as dust. Soon, she was nothing, only soul.

A curse, a curse. A blessing, a blessing.

She had met death.

I just like the song...and randomness took over.

Whee...

Midori Fujiwara