Her hands embrace the icon of the night
Mother Luna with her spell mourns for the darkness' precious light
Her nectar sweet reminds me of the wine
Yet her words cold speak of (death's embrace and) things soon to be mine
I, as the Phoenix from my ashes rise
And through the eyes of the dead shall stare
Discover the secrets awaiting me there
And then I'll cross the sacred line
With past beholders I shall meet
The Autumn faded souls shall greet
Roses for the princess of the dead songs
Wither and so her children do
Yearning for Autumn to get them through
This is the last, but not the one
It lies in the dust of ages gone, living in memories of none...
Erotic enchantment in the embrace of the crimson dreams
Her words they whisper in the instant clarity
Our souls together summon the realms of night
Awake the beast, sleeping off the reach of the light
Open the regret wounds and let me stare into your mind
The stream of my obsession will be flowing deep and wild
For you...
For you...
I as the Phoenix from my ashes rose
And through the eyes of the Dead did stare
Discovered secrets awaiting me there
And then I crossed the sacred line
With the past beholders I did meet
The autumn faded souls did greet
Roses for the princess of the dead songs
They bloom and so her children do
They have their hope to get them through
This is the last and the only one
For gates did close and I am here like a prisoner to my own fear
By immortal spirit of Carpathian woods I lay here my promise
Until Luna seventh time into the fullmoon turns
I shall learn to die...
'Tis the grey darkness, haunting my memories
Of bare breasted faeries dance in nocturnal woods
Of grey mist and white snow, betrothed my Caropathia
Wish I could embrace again...
The closing chapter comes to its end
The candles are growing short, beware!
Soon the night covers us all
But one of us shall not be there, beware!