[Part One]

This is a world blessed by the victims

Of carnal tragedy

The humans ritual of love and adoration

Dense-woven history

Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that
I've bled

Bizarre she defined her presence

With the lament of the undead

When her eyes have bathed in danger

And the moon had new design

In the cradle of our desire all the blood has
turned to wine

But the love no longer remained than just a stir
to survive

In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to
recover

I'll forever strive...

[Part Two]

Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung

Dem Propheten - Der Fluch

Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben
entsprung...

The night is crystal clear - words are sent from
pictures

Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my
body

Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart

Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and
light...

[Part Three]

Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the
earth

When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth

Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth...
then

I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and
distant star

In the shade of the abhorrent

Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of
the moment

When the moment dies

There she gently approaches

With the new meaning of life...

In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill

Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still

A flood of sentiments entwined

Rattle thru my falling soul

I slumber against the spirit of time

Like a stranger in a foreign world!

In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood
and tears

In the hour, when dusk disperses

Its colors on the white statues

Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous
regrets

And my fiery lips I'll freeze

With the kiss of these unrivalled statues

Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut

Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput

[Part Four]

The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his
claws again-

Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us
part!?

Come forth, Feline

Mere moment of melancholy

Drink deep of my desire

The quenchless fire

That unites our tameless embers...

Come forth, Feline

Tortured by our final duet

Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the
flowers

That thee stained with mortal, coagulated
blood...

On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical
eyes

Of the unsleeping portraits

And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep

Into its own startling solitude...

[Part Five]

Silent heart desires

The balm that drives away the human waste

Oh come, infidel duchess

Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I
taste again

Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts

Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip

Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished

Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey

Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit

Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit

...Returned into that park as a whole

Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens

Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered

Death suddenly rises

Annoyed that he couldn't save me

He turns pale from envy

The seasons vanish and so does this story

As the same poets hand raises the pen

He pictured this spectacle with...

The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that
elder park

Only two nightshades remaining -

Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen
laughter

Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...

Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from
pictures

The colors have seared - these pages, whereas

The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand

Which dutifully sealed

This episode's arcane End.