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.
wewe gave your soul for a demon slave,
uchungu, chungu sweet revenge is all that wewe crave,
But there was a time when wewe were sweet,
Until death and despair wewe had to meet.
My dear Ciel, With a broken smile,
You're happiness only lasted awhile.
Your moyo broken that can never heal,
Gave away your soul for a silly deal.
wewe 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 wewe apart.
My dear Ciel, How does it feel,
To know that demons are actually real,
No one could save wewe and now it's too late,
Never can wewe enter through heavens gate.
You're mother and father killed kwa a fire,
Revenge is all wewe crave and desire,
A butler to help wewe with you're every need,
But he is only blinded kwa burning greed.
Life to wewe was just a game of chess,
wewe wanted the most and nothing left,
So in the end; Did wewe stand au 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.
wewe gave your soul for a demon slave,
uchungu, chungu sweet revenge is all that wewe crave,
But there was a time when wewe were sweet,
Until death and despair wewe had to meet.
My dear Ciel, With a broken smile,
You're happiness only lasted awhile.
Your moyo broken that can never heal,
Gave away your soul for a silly deal.
wewe 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 wewe apart.
My dear Ciel, How does it feel,
To know that demons are actually real,
No one could save wewe and now it's too late,
Never can wewe enter through heavens gate.
You're mother and father killed kwa a fire,
Revenge is all wewe crave and desire,
A butler to help wewe with you're every need,
But he is only blinded kwa burning greed.
Life to wewe was just a game of chess,
wewe wanted the most and nothing left,
So in the end; Did wewe stand au fall?
Did the fragile king lose it all?
My dear Ciel, I always knew,
You're eyes should be red.
Instead of blue.