Her Ivory [bad word]  Krebs / Müller ; Poetry:Anderle)Night has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle,I again visit Her Grave(May Her Murderers hear our Threat:)"Though Thy Slumber may be deepThy weak Spirit shall not sleepand forever Thou shall dwellin the ominous Fire of this Spell.To Thee lovely Night shall denyall the Quiet of Her Sky"(The North - Wind is raving through the Treesand touches roaring the crystalline Seas)The Moon looks round in sweet Delightin this pure Mood I invoke my Bride:"Thus charming as Thy Beauty artthus bloody shall my Wrath them partOh, golden Strings of Ecstasyencharm us with Thy Melody!So that a Shape of Her may riseand our wild Passion never dies"dazzling Light spawns out a Vision of my Dearest:"Understand these Oracle - Words of mineand our Embrace (shall be divine)When Skies will be fired with Crimson Cloudall shall be Witness of me enshroud!"