Nocturnal Rite

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