The chandeliers light
The mirror's glance
A shine not to bright
An emotion of romance
Mighty mirrors reflect the
nobles proud bleed
Golden chests contain the rich men wealth
Sepulchral darkness surrounds the mind
Lustrous slk hides the poor
flesh
The one who got my favour,
Already dressed in purple blood
Our steps are leaving a red trail,
In the circle of my
dance
A green eyed man enters the hall
His white skin awakes the red coloured dream
Crackling tunes of breaking bones
The warm
liquid, it is my delight
Voiceless screms surround my head
my body fills with new life
Renewing force flows through my
veins
Elated music supports the corpse dance