Sacred Tears

Hear the raven calling the final hour has struck
 The blackclothed bride facing destiny without fear
 Far at last she is to begin her own requiem
 The utter ceremony of the last ones
 Forever trapped in the grey mist of misery
 Fragmenst of the past flashing before her eyes
 As she enters the century gates
 The old candles are burning in the vault
 The smell of dying flowers and rotten flesh
 Surrounds her has she finds her way among the coffins
 In the amber light of the candlelight
 She sees the silhoutte of the altar of a thousand roses
 Fallen beyond all grace deeper and deeper
 The sound of her own blood dripping
 Like sacred tears from a bleeding rose
 An amorous requiem where she cries her sacred tears
 Until she reaches the other side
 Caressed by the morning wind as it gently touches
 And undresses her shivering body
 With gloomy eyes she invokes the other side
 And wraps her existence in oblivion
 The wine in her veins has become sour
 But still it hurts for her to drain her heart
 And sacrifise the most sacred tears of them all
 A scream of pain and pleasure
 makes her body turn into colvulsions
 As the cold steel of the blade cuts deep into her flesh
 Fallen beyond all grace...
 Hear the raven calling, the final hour has struck
 For on the altar of a thousand roses
 Lies the dying bride
 Awaiting the demons arrival
 In the sign of the pentagram
 Invoking the deamons to rise
 And take her to the other side
 As the night falls the ritual ends
 her heart is now empty she is almost asleep
 her sacred tears are forever lost
 The wind has stopped mourning
 And the raven is gone
 Her soul is no longer condemned
 To everlasting pain
 Fallen beyond all grace...
 In the amber light of the candlelight
 The ground is turning red
 her naked body now lies pale on the altar
 And as she closes her eyes
 She sighs and falls asleep