Sleeping Princes Of The Arges

tonight the moon is full

in the land beyond the forest

the howling of wallachian wolves

a serenade to the dreariest soul

i'm alone

in the confines of my barren home

bereaved...left behind

grieving for the one

my ashen bride

a host of ravens hover

from majestic winter mountains

into my eyes they whisper

a sullen song of melancholy

five hundred years have passed

since the flowers blossomed

green meadows now benighted

and shadows embrace the frozen sun

i'm alone...

(her voice)

"i remember the glorious storms

the wrath of the heavens upon the shores

the erotic winds and their symphonies

resounding above the elegant trees

i remember the nights spent in thine arms

while making dark love with bestial charm

a setting provided with incessant rain

sipping the blood from each other's veins"

as mist i travel the dismal skies

feeding my revenous appetite

dreaming of candles and gleaming stars

bleeding from my lovelorn scars

once i was a blissful delighted man

residing over a splendid land

now a beast of nocturnal guise

bent to cease my immortal life

(her voice)

"i am longing to touch thee, my love

to bake in the warmth of the skies above

marvelled by landscapes so picturesque

with thy nestled brow upon my nurturing breast

i yearn to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss

to dance in the halls of the fiery abyss

vanquish thy curse and come set me free

awake me, my darling, from my tortured sleep

through ethereal dreams i convoke to thee

like a gentle breeze upon a reposing sea

let my waves wash away thy grief

and coney thy shadowless soul back to me"

i've renounced the ways of christ

i've spat on his throne and scoffed at his lies

i'll install a new kingdom to which there will be

everlasting indulgence for you and me

soon we shall stroll through the spellbinding murk

my time has come to relinguish this earth

with cascading tears of horizons unseen

i'll be united with my pallid queen

together we will drink to our undying love

absinth shall litf us on the wings of a dove

and transport us to places beyond our dreams

where graceful nymphs dominate the scene

and so i forsake my ancient abode

my calamitous fable of woe unfolds

with valor i face the sweltering sun

in thy pale reflection of death

we are one...