Waiting in the moonlight
Tears rain down her cheeks...
Shadow, you are my mistress.
Death will fall, death will fall...
Twas death not life
that took its form...
The endless night has bound me now,
Before the sun i hide and cower...
Twins born
From each other torn...
There is a legend that I tell,
Of a creature born straight of hell...
His breath warm against her neck,
Trying hard to resist the temptation...
Im sitten here wondering where you are day by day...
Cry out in the middle of the night.
Stare into the darkness of your room...
A maiden with a harp
Playing to the swans...
Running through the Evil Forest
Must get away...
She sits in the darkness of the night
and watches her injured prey...