On a starry dark night
I died of heart cancer
And arrived in a void of darkness;
The devil called it the Death Base.

I took a step towards God's light
That we called by the name of "Heaven,"
But before I knew it, I was in Hell -
My desire to return to Shankara was too strong.

Time and time again, I attempted the trial
But was rejected every time by the same reason
So then and there I knew,
I sadly valued the Priest over the Lord

Why did I have to die?
I sigh softly as I watch my lover's tears fall
Unable to sacrifice my relationship for God,
I sacrifice myself instead;

My black-stained wings bloom from my back
As I turn myself to the path of being a devil.
Putting the two people I had loved most and lost behind,
I flapped away to the darkness.

One day, I was promoted to being a substitute reaper
I didn't know what to do; I may lose my chance with God forever.
Yet knowing how useless and a piece of trash I was,
I signed my dark name onto the scroll.

Why did I have to be born?
I whisper hoarsely as the last of my light
Disappeared within my black-stained cloak.
The devil and his brother give their congratulations to me,
but my heart has already dried too cold.

No longer a nun, but now a substitute reaper,
I rip the lives of the living with my very reaper.
I no longer feel anything from the deaths I caused;
I guess you could say I've been reduced to a monster.