Mine is pure darkness
 It is as blackness is
 [bad word] the light [bad word] from
 You as a moth to flame I burn

 In the twilight of morning I rest my weary eyes
 For the benefits of the nights bounty were many
 My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)

 I missed my love tonight
 Hiding behind the figure I cannot bare to face
 That of a dead profit
 And his beast of burden
 Thorns ripping through his brow

 Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice
 Just as I recall
 Not longer than nine score
 Certainly food for the gods
 And fit for a prince
 Her throat I'll have it now

 I will have her, she is mine
 Rise of the sun, my test of time
 And when shadows fall on unholy ground
 It¹s time to sleep again

 As consciousness slips into blackness
 I rise to nights warm embrace
 And though my [bad word] cold
 I know my love will be alone
 And my mortal heart shall beat again
 Like it did ten thousand years ago

 Forbidden love can only taste this sweet
 Not like the others so [bad word] 
 The symbolic arrow that pierces my heart
 Takes the shape of a wooden stare
 Now I am the one [bad word] 
 For her immortal heart I'd give my own
 And die for mankind's sins
 But that is not the nature of this beast
 I am denied

 I will have her, she is mine
 Rise of the sun, my test of time
 When shadows fall on unholy ground
 I will make her mine