From the mist of the graveyard
embracing death of the moon
i walk the path of no return.

Black candles lit from a circle
I whisper your name softly
in the woods I kiss your pale lips
darkness fills the land of sad
I will resurrect you my departed love
nothing Will Keep Us apart.

On this night
MY NECK BLEEDS, DROPS OF CRIMSON BLOOD
UPON THIS FROZEN LAND
WHERE SORROW SCREAMS
FROM THE HILLS TO THE ICY SHORES.
ALL HAPPINESS IS BANISHED
AS THE RITUAL FAILS.
YOUR EYES DO NOT OPEN
YOUR BODY LIES STIFF.
I SCREAM TO THE MOON, LIKE A MAD MAN IN VEIN.
DROWNING MYSELF IN SORROW
UNPON THESE WAVES SO HIGH
NOW WE ARE DEAD TOGETHER
FLYING OVER THESE HAUNTED SHORES