The Roses Bleed At Night

Stars brightly shrouded
In dark silver light
Abandoned by the tyrants
That rests in vicious death
This precious womb
With glimpsing lips, enthrones
As shadows cast their splendid dreams
And arose
With perfect beauty
Death rises with grace
Unveiling her tomb
Seductive and cold
Painted in colors
Of the painful night
Sacrificed
And eternally forgotten
In search for thee
I placed my soul, in gratitude
Gazing into the mirror black
When all life faded away
Sacred ones, no longer stalking
Though the dark night allured
The ritual sins, blessed to be
An everlasting Eden
«As blood red roses
Withered on thy grave
And flesh beheaded thy pain
Thou glowed
With immortal anger warm
And the hatred of the undead…»
Possessing the glory, that lies below
Her own cunting garden of delight
Tears whipped white from eternity
Scarlet serenades, mourns and grieves
Stars brightly shrouded
In dark silver light
Abandoned by the tyrants
That rests in vicious death
This precious womb
With glimpsing lips, enthrones
As shadows cast their splendid dreams
And arose
With perfect beauty, death rises with grace
Unveiling her tomb, seductive and cold
Painted in colors of the painful night
Sacrificed, and eternally forgotten
«As blood red roses
Withered on thy grave
And flesh beheaded thy pain
Thou glowed with immortal anger warm
And the hatred of the undead…»