I burn hot, hot, ever hotter.
Every little thing strengthens me.
Burning stronger than the scar of Potter.
Nothing is safe from my heat.
I am no longer the Blessed Angel.
I am now the Cursed Devil's Child.
I awaken at the sound of the bell.
My soul is now free and will become wild.
I used to have a very close buddy.
We used to do everything together.
No matter what happened he stuck by me.
He took good care of me, like a brother.
The cheaters are the problem causes,
From all the webs of lies they weave.
But if a cheater stops or pauses,
They realize the wrongs that no one believes.