Winter of Vehemence - Phantasmagoric Requiem (For Thy Countess) 歌词

Slender beams of moonlight,
enter this darkened chamber,
as I kneel, always cold, always alone,
frozen here, waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom,
as dust dances in the air.
Forming an image in my mind,
reaving my darkened eyes.

A reflection on a lover's face.

I raise my head, now caressing this callous mortality.
The night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
The emotion for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, and then dies.
swept away by madness, all hope must surely chastise.

Your love is no more.

A night of sorrow, a song of ethereal bereave.
Wolves vent their anguish as the dark one lies in coffin for the.
Curling wisps of death shrouds her brooding form,
an everlasting desire not of the norm.
Now a night of darkness...I weep.