Is it me or just a nightshade Crowling on the ground, That prevents my walk In the underground I have heard perhaps the voices Whispering spot apart My name through the wind Like undesired forecast Faerytales of darkness embracing my soul, Black curtain fall hopeless in bloody overture Sillhouets end dancing before the queen comes through And so spring the impulse to their nocturnal rite From day becomes a nightmare Haunting in the dark In forest of pleasure, Forest of lust As they're stepping in the moonlight, Their eyes begin to fail, From dream of the dead Accrues existence By centuries are blazing the memories of youth No one can see them, as they began to lose Even and endless is my ramble through The dismal deeps of this, of this nocturnal rite From the cradle comes the obscure light, It's just a silent fate By her candle slouched Horizon dark like an endless night, Trail ragged with thorns Of the unborn lies Beyond the ruined fense an angel cries, Frozen tears he darts, Spreads his wings to flight Clouded skies drain the sand From the turned glass Before the bell strikes twelve I, I'll take you down, Before the raven croaks, Before the night falls down. I, I'll embrace your soul, Before it loses the hope, Before my master calls