Razors… blood… and growing thirst…
Escape in bloodred ways…
Dagger… fluid… and salvation…
I run away from burning rays…
Sweet red divine…
First and foremost sign…
The castle born of darklight mist,
This grim and hateful beast…
How could thou leave me in thy dreams
As a prisoner, locked within those moaning walls?
How could thou mock me in thy solar gleams?
As a hunted, not the hunter, within those cold-dark halls?
Thy dawn of flames approaches,
Carrying my broken wings
Thy sigh of anguish absorbes me,
Like a wingless bird that sings
Oh such a gruesome song
A song of fallen majesty
Of dreams burnt down for oh so long
Of one's shattered hopes…
Yet one more dawn takes it's place
Yet one more soul has been mislead
Yet one more night turns into some misty haze
Yet one more day comes, so sad…
Still waiting,
Waiting for the end
Still hating,
With all the hate that's left…
Crestfallen and lovelorn,
If I only could vanish into this silent night
Unseen, forgotten and forlorn
If I only could find the way beyond the clouds,
Beyond the mortal end, the way that leads
Unto the everflaming shores of doubts…
Darkness… mourning… and bloodlust…
Sunlight ceased, here comes a ghastly hope…
Anger… hatred… and glowing rust…
Sunset! Forth the light! Here comes the rope…
Sweet red divine…
My blood is streaming oh so fine…
Shadows come and have my soul
This is it, what a pitiful role…!