Eternal Moon of Disgrace
A forsaken nobleman he was, 'til he met her
Delighted by her talent his melancholy stopped
His illusory glance, still attracted by the moon
Brought her into his musings
To a cliff above a lake, thatinspired her
Each month she goes there, staring at the full moon
Where she composed her dark orchestra
That drove him mad
And pushed him to throw her down
Under moon's veil a grand piano,
Stood in a maelstrom of whispers
There she sat, lacerated, a fallen goddess
Played the sorrow of her death
Then his heart faded, blackened
Catatonic, he seized her masterpiece
Giving birth to darkness
In the form of an infernal ceremony
Damned hearts were reduced to slavery
Their souls imprisoned in instruments
Theatrical lamentation
In an amphitheatre bathed in moonlight
Orchestrating his dark ambitions
Eternally sought a way to her
Transferring his suffering into music
Played the sorrow of his death
In a maelstrom of whispers
An infernal ceremony
Under an eternal moon of disgrace