grave of the past
place built to be forgotten
once sealed
hidden from their eyes
could it stay this way

so you had to smash the gates
you didn't think about our fate
yes, there's something to regret
inside of my head slept the insect

never unseal this crypt of memories again
or our future might have horrifying end
it's time to walk away, so do what is best
and let the insect rest

now I have to cease the blaze
and forget about your grace
yes, there is not too much to feast
beetle and the beast, our tale deceased