Dancer of the Mist

μidnight μοon
Is lighting up the sky
Reflecting the aeon
From her dead eyes

So freely she's dancing
So gracious her moves
The spirits are joining
With the sound from her cries

Her cold embrace warms
The despair of the unborn
Scarlet queen, great mother
I offer my soul to comfort this mourn

I'll give you nothing
But the will to think
Drink the chalice with the blood
From the saints

Feel the fire burning
Inside your chest
Forgotten memories
Torturing your consciousness

Son of the mist
Your future was so bright
But her death, you could not resist
To offer your heart in that rite

I'll give you nothing
But the will to think
Drink the chalice with the blood
From the saints

From the saints

Abominations are dancing
In the ruins of yesteryear dreams
With seven heads
The sign of the beast

Lilith is writing my sins

The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet
And was glittering with gold
Precious stones and pearls
She held a golden cup in her hand
Filled with abominable things and, the filth of her adulteries

Kill the virgin bless
The whore
This is the way the only path
To let the chaos be born inside you

After all my soul still
Is stuck to this place stuck to this person
Only in death's eternity
We will be able to love each other

Until then
Will echo a flute
That sounds among the mist that lies
In the bottom of a forest

I'll give you nothing
But the will to think
Drink the chalice with the blood
From the saints

Dancer of the mist