Ascending towards the
summits
from south
it sights the coldest night
black clouds devours the
mountain
converting in ashes the
horizon.
Nocturnal spirits rise from
crypts
to go over the wicked land
in company of the black bird
flying free in the night.
My soul feels the power
hidden behind the fog
and I see the lights shining
beyond the obscurity,
is the lightning that breaks
the night
to announce the southern
storm.
In a darkened room is resting
over a pool of blood that she left,
her dry veins begins to burn the skin
of a naked body, left to die.
Now you feel your ears don't hear
the veil of death is blinding you,
the breath is losing and your soul is flying free
...in the dark.
ERZEBET: "My life is your death
I'll take a bloodbath
to renew my body
and enjoy an eternal life
while you slowly die
in the lonely cell".
Drop to drop is bleeding
the virginal woman,
in her open wounds
begins to flow
the blood she gave
to convert it
in the wine of immortality.
Tortured and bled she dies
her innocence and beauty are dying too,
and now she only will be
a remembrance that will fade
with the mercy of the oblivion
the wine of immortality.
