Taloned hands on a marvelous neck
The splendor of youth will pass away
Last breath, A dismal symphony
Distant sleep
approaching
Exceed the withering beauty
A malicious calamity in red
Celebrating the vexering moments
within a macabre
delight
Who were he? A heresy on life?
His face, a deformed grimace
A morbid prince charming in a sin symphony
Two
silhuettes on the cold ground
No regrets, no misericordia
Only the trees hear her invocations
Till she drown into dreamless
abysses
A false teardrop is in his eyes
He reels away the path they had come
The only thing he has leaved
Is a grotesque kind
of love
[Refrain:]
A tragedy divine, laying in the fog of silence
The grief serenade of the night sound no more
Within the
misty ground is the origin of her lethe
Simple corpse remain and the sky cries dismal tears
Within the stars above, moarns a
crescent moon
Leafs upon her grave, seem to disguise the sinfull crime
Once and forevermore, she will be shure to know the
fact
The desecrated king, is the one who stoled her dreams
Wind whistles through her hair
Blow the leafs out of her
face
Her skin, a winter dream
A profane corpse who feeds the soil
Underneath the pale stones
lies the beauty in
oblivion
Memories of her slowly fades away
Within the whirling tempest of time
No tombstone or wooden cross
Marks the
place of horror
The soil has one more secret
And for sure this will be preserved
This place is now a sorrow ground
The shame
can never washed away
Years will pass or may centuries
No one will ever find her grave