I, master of the night, a sinister man
of self-claimed right hunt the graveyards
in seach of beating heart shards lusting
for the light of Moon that grants a welcomed
boon for the ones jailed in death and cold
Sunlight never touched your pretty face
now shining without a trace of once-lived
life as you lay in your grave unruly,
so eerily white and pale the beauty
unwilling to end the game nor die truly
Now come to me my midnight bride
let us walk with undead pride and bath
in the love of dusk but not dawn as the
gaze of Sun would make us fall into
ashes and join the sobbing masses
Of souls truly trapped in time
of self-claimed right hunt the graveyards
in seach of beating heart shards lusting
for the light of Moon that grants a welcomed
boon for the ones jailed in death and cold
Sunlight never touched your pretty face
now shining without a trace of once-lived
life as you lay in your grave unruly,
so eerily white and pale the beauty
unwilling to end the game nor die truly
Now come to me my midnight bride
let us walk with undead pride and bath
in the love of dusk but not dawn as the
gaze of Sun would make us fall into
ashes and join the sobbing masses
Of souls truly trapped in time
Vastaukset
Vanhimmat
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