Hear the raven calling the final hour has struck

The blackclothed bride facing destiny without fear

Far at last she is to begin her own requiem

The utter ceremony of the last ones

Forever trapped in the grey mist of misery

Fragmenst of the past flashing before her eyes

As she enters the century gates



The old candles are burning in the vault

The smell of dying flowers and rotten flesh

Surrounds her has she finds her way among the coffins



In the amber light of the candlelight

She sees the silhoutte of the altar of a thousand roses



Fallen beyond all grace deeper and deeper

The sound of her own blood dripping

Like sacred tears from a bleeding rose

An amorous requiem where she cries her sacred tears

Until she reaches the other side



Caressed by the morning wind as it gently touches

And undresses her shivering body

With gloomy eyes she invokes the other side

And wraps her existence in oblivion



The wine in her veins has become sour

But still it hurts for her to drain her heart

And sacrifise the most sacred tears of them all



A scream of pain and pleasure

makes her body turn into colvulsions

As the cold steel of the blade cuts deep into her flesh



Fallen beyond all grace...



Hear the raven calling, the final hour has struck

For on the altar of a thousand roses

Lies the dying bride

Awaiting the demons arrival

In the sign of the pentagram

Invoking the deamons to rise

And take her to the other side



As the night falls the ritual ends

her heart is now empty she is almost asleep

her sacred tears are forever lost

The wind has stopped mourning

And the raven is gone

Her soul is no longer condemned

To everlasting pain



Fal