Angel! Her nonexistent soul sheds tears that burn
The smile she wears makes graves
This weary night her figure turns into a
Truthful shade...then fades without notice
Her haunting laughter still echoes in the void...

And we, the spirits dwelling in the gloom and cold of the night,
We wail together with her - with no voice - until our ethereal figures disappear... forever to be lost

My eyes burn in lust
Before the impenetrable wall of darkness
Two sparks flashing in the infernal....
Eternal night

I yearn for thee, fallen angel
On the other side Darker then mine
I yearn for thee, fallen angel
On the other side
The pale and lustful lips of thine

My eyes burn in lust alone I stand unstirred
Imagination takes me there to the other side
With thee, dutchess of nocturnal souls

I yearn for thee, fallen angel
On the other side Darker than mine
I yearn for thee, fallen angel
On the other side
The pale and lustful lips of thine

Despair!!!
I wend my lonely path....endless
Never reaching you

In the embrace of nocturnity
Night hugs me cold like you in my
filthiest dreams
In the embrace of nocturnity...

A beast is drawing nigh as daylight dies once again
Passing sullen shadows of a winter landscape
Towards this creature of frailty who walks here
Her feet shuffling through dead leaves

Moving inside a forest forlorn
Destined to never find solace
Into despair and night it was born
And frost glitters beneath its surface

Her hands touch the bark of ancient trees
And helms of her robe become covered in snow
The presence of the beast goes unnoticed by her
Until she looks into eyes that can reflect no life

Observing its pray for the thousandth of time
Sealing her fate as countless times before
Suprides to find pain in its tained heart
As frost glitters beneath its surface

Is this world not woundrous indeed?
Behold the pale moon and starlight above!
Are there not things to do and to feel?
Could there be less for us but love

There is no love inside me to share
As frost glitters beneath my surface

Her hands touch the hide of a dusktime beast
And the helms of her robe are covered by snow
They stand so still in the cystalline forest
Amidst the sullen shadows of a winter landscape

Finding its way through the forest forlorn
Its search for solace is close at hand
Tainted heart weeping red hot blood
As frost glitters beneath its surface

When mournful sun turns bleak and prepares for eternal slumber
Last crimson rays grow cold before our anguished eyes
Dark gloomy clouds stand still under saddened celestial vault
The epoch of grief is closing in
And sullen sorrow slays the ray of joy
It converts us what we are - the lonely depressive beings
And tears from countless eyes will never stop never dry
Immense dejection is conquering our eyes

The sadness gathered for centuries of time
Is now deludging us with dismal and despair
All silent signs of sorrow are recoming to life
As world is fading in this last agony

The worl infected with final sullen plague
All life ascending in perpetual flames of pain
Fake mask of joy burns to ashes with previous past
Amidst the weeping new kingdom enthroned
The sun now perished, no stars in blackened sky
The world so lonely, forlorn by universe
Forgotten love and delight, just endless solitude
Find end in tears, sleep eternally in this frozen tomb

As my mind drifts off in deceitful slumber
I cannot shake the vision of your eyes
Emerald green inside a ghostly pale
I still hold dear this remembrance of you
To no end...

Where could you wander on this very night?
I pass your shadow with every step
Spectral hands caress this tortured soul
I feel you move inside my bleeding heart
Until I die...

Painful imagery reflects upon the sky
I swore to set you free and so I did
My paradise appeared to be your hell
I whispered your name to hear the reply:
"Let me go..."

Memories fade only to surface now
I offered you my small and fragile world
< Its shattered fragments tore my skin away
You taught me the real meaning of love -
It's pain...

Emerald green inside ghostly pale
I do not know the blade now in my hands
Your luminent eyes eternally set upon me
I take this final step with thee
My Laurelin....

In the evening forest blackened figures stand...
These remnants of ancient evil do not move,
but their burning eyes shed shallow light from hell.
The fearful elements of nature wallow in anticiption
as they expect a power greater than themselves.
And thus it comes to pass - harken to hear.

The sky is no more, for it is torn apart.
Yet all around a thousand suns glow crimson
and many more await their own genesis.
The forest cowers, its trees extinguished in the
flames of the eternal bonfire, then ashes.
Dark creatures solemnly stand amidst chaos.

In expectance of something charred mouths move -
Guardians of demonic orign show no care for
the passage of time in a mortal world.
They do not concern themselves with religions,
for they have seen only pitiful gods.
The knowledge of their own One brings strength.

The moment of Arrival is upon us all now...
The weak shall surely pray to their deities
and witness their pathetic downfall, quick demise.
The strong shall do nothing in realization of
submission and depravity of all that dies.
Guardians, await no more - fot it is time!

As she walks amongst us tonight,
We sense death in her stature -
It surrounds her young figure,
The scent of danger embraces us
And we cower from her presence.
She looks upon our pathetic selves
And a smile moves beneath her skin
As early stars shimmer and shine above.

She has always been our keeper, our lady:
Our lady of twilight and stars and death.
We shall always be her children, her kin;
In the shade of looming forests we walk.

We love her in desperate unison,
No sacrifice would be worthy of her smile -
Yet we cannot ever cease to serve
The one as beautiful as as dusk 'ere night.
It pains us greatly to see the truth,
Death is her world, life took its leave;
Still, in our monstrous hearts there is joy,
Only our fingers can wipe her burning tears...

She has always been our keeper, our lady:
Our lady of twilight and stars and death.
We will always be her children, her kin;
In the shade of looming forests we walk.

They worship me, I know this,
As wolves worship the moon above;
Never will I tell them I miss
The warm glow of the setting Sun.
They trust me with their undead lives,
Hounds at the feet of their mistress;
I love them while my spirit dies,
My eyes stay closed in their soft caress.