As The Shadows Dance

(альбом: A Rose For The Dead - 1997)

My eyes hold the eventide
Albeit behind the eyes thou hast
Thro' which I 'hold naught else
A flame enshroud'd in its blackness
But the raven
Burning without the faintest breeze
Sleep my dearest ones
Teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
Mind not the palling velvet darkness
Thou by such angst mark'd art?

Wherefore is here loneliness?
Infinite hollowness
In which my thoughts echo
To the shadows I whisper
With the shadows I waltz
Bear me, I am not the plague
Altho' nightclad death... mayhap?

Dare not naysaying my grant
Dance no longer with the shadows
Vanish with me abaft the unlight
Dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard
O! The taste on thine lips
Dance with me the Mephisto waltz
A trickling deep red love
Wedlock 'twixt day and night
Everlasting lightheart'dness
Offer me relief fro the sunrays
A kiss for thee my dear

Ah! Such delight I sense
Eternally and ne'erendingly
Savour the bitter grapes of life
A soulsister of thine I am

Let me openly greet thy kiss
The most loving and caring bites

Grant me thineself
I bore the woe in my heart
My heart was shatter'd into its tithe
As I depart embrace me
Save yet are its chambers in flood
And in paltry time will I re-awake
I love thee