Raised from my death,
 unleashed diamond grave 
 I remember...
 real spasms of shadows
 laid in sighs of my eyes, 
 dark lips of hope
 Count.

 I feel the presence of my
 saviour, he came once...
 his pale hands, his convulse
 breathin' and
 his shakin' dance on my old dress of
 Chrysanthemums... 
 [bad word]  Count Veilmbre, give me 
 your embrace,
 inside your winged cape lullabies in silence
 dwelt deep floowin' in your heart. 
 cobweb born from dreams. 

 Weak infant crystal choir murmurin', 
 unveiled, a romance of disgrace
 all quiverin' memories painful on deathbed,
 King Seal's tears.

 ...Memories of a Dark Moon...