Pierre has not received any gifts yet
One pourring morning,
When i look throw my windows,
The raven , at me, keep staring.
I stare him too,how many time ? how ?
I cant' told you,
but In this beautiful eyes
i saw all the fate of my life.
I saw the truth, i saw it through
He is the dark messenger
of the Great Forbidden One
he told me he is coming with anger
And need the soul of every one
Freely, i gave mine
Freely, I recognize him as the te true God