- Beautiful darkness
Every night, this emptiness
Yearning for something obscure
Like spikes in roses my love is frail
When I saw you I knew – Cinderella in black
My dark beauty
He saw you as the shadows slithered by
The ultimate sacrifice
- Black Roses
The time has frozen.
All the moments are stolen.
Everything seems so gray.
And even silence is silent now.
But I still feel.
The whispers from my heart.
The yearning for something.
- Born Of The Ground
Behind this veil of lies, among this squalor
Amid tears, I cry out, I know the truth
From my ghastly haven I watch the nightly sky
The crescent’s eerie moonlight cloaks my livid face
Look at these chantries
With immense harness of ones fear
They obfuscate the truth
- Deep Tears Of Tragedy
You are close to me but still I am left alone
This is my compulsive solicitude
Like a fading flower waiting for the rain to fall
I’m barely craving for salvation
Deep tears of tragedy
Show me the way
Deep tears of tragedy
- Foes Of The Sun
Far away from the sun in coldness of the north
Hear the wind sing her song,
withered widows weeping
Wedding of the moon and the stars
A funeral of light
The lands of no fear, yet no hope
A dance in the cold
- I Devour
The man with a hollow heart. His life was torn apart
Thus he takes devotion from the ones like you.
He will entwine you with illusions of love.
He will make you feel alive, for the first time in your life
The one addiction, your true affection
Hopeless hearts bleeding for his desire
Increasing sickness, unceasing weakness
- Into Your Dreams
The snow comes falling down like your last tears of blood
Before the moment of faith
All I see is black as I drown into the flood of my thoughts.
Close your eyes
Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don’t think of this world.
See thru your soul
- Into Yours Dreams
The snow comes falling down, like your last tears of blood,
before the moment of faith.
All I see is black as I drown into the flood of my thoughts.
Close your eyes.
Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don´t think of this world. See thru your soul
Where are you?. Image of my life.
- Phantasm
She feels a cold breeze,
at night, she hears distant cries.
She is just a child but still she knows
The girl in the mirror is not herself
Just a phantasm of death to become
These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear
Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.