Fading sun left a place to the silver Queen
Nightingales stopped to sing    
All I wish, all I dream is your sensual hug
But my skin is so cold laying under ground

Forever lost for morning light
Beg for the moon in lonely night
     [bad word]  mystic signs are covering my skin
Vial is filled with blood. Ritual begins.
I’m so real, so alive, walking through bloody mist
But your heart will be burned by my breathless kiss