Hear the choirs of gloom, like a crimson bat near the belfry.
It was a sad night, a grievous night, A night of sorrow,
The night when you died to a sky dressed in flames.
An angel stole my heart and death took you away.
My scarlet tears will forever run for thee,
as stolen blood and whispered love.
Through twilight, darkness and moonrise I shalt
follow thee, I promised, before the veil could part our embrace
For our souls have crossed oceans of time
to clasp each other more tightly than
death could alone.
Thy eyes, like spells of the moon�s eerie light.
Like blood upon the snow, a malicious storm of beauty
What spiteful whim has part us from each other.
O�er star-veiled skies, twixt haunted shores and frostbitten
landscapes, I will wait for our time.
This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, I walk
amongst the trees in the ancient forests, wherein memorys
long forlorn lies, and here I confess my everlasting sorrow.
Longing, I remeber that pale azured dawn like Luna reborn,
the last time I saw thee in thy utter magnificence.
When nightfall takes my hand, I think on thee...