There once was a paradise, now is lost.
Perish the thought, it was said in a rush.
Tell me now, was it worth the cost?
Together, they walked in the snow lands blessed by Jack Frost,
A young man and woman, even through cold did they blush.
There once was a paradise, soon to be lost.
Too soon, illness came and caused life to exhaust.
Now, her face exists only beneath his bleeding paintbrush.
Tell me now, was love worth the cost?
In desperation, he declares Death itself he will accost.
Through magic or science, it is fate he will crush.
There once was his paradise, it will not be lost.
A golden glint in the dark beckons to the heir of Faust,
So he awakens the magic that destroyed the ancestors of us.
Tell me now, is one’s soul a worthy cost?
Through the barrier, he will let monsters and darkness cross,
All simply to see her alive and, in the face of her beauty, blush.
There once was our paradise, now is lost,
Because he said that the peace of our world was worth true love’s cost.
