[Isserggia]
Raised by 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 [bad word]  Count Veilembre, give me
Your embrace
Inside your winged cape lullabies in silence
Dwelt deep floodin' 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