My pureness sickens,

The faint of heart,

If I sicken you,

We will depart,

 

Together to somwehere,

Purer than snow,

Where no demons dare,

Venture to go,

 

They knock on the door,

And threaten with lies,

While my body and soul,

Does nothing but flies,

 

The seven deadly sins,

Are not in the right book,

Take a look angel,

Take a good look.