The Pulse of Decay

So cold an embrace
 From the dead,
 Yet so familiar arms
 That used to belong
 That used to belong to a queen
 So cold a kiss.
 So cold a kiss from the lips.
 Once the lips of a goddess
 A feather-like touch.
 And a tear of a prince.
 Crimson and black.
 A promise.
 And a venomous curse!
 A tear that shall turn to ice
 A heart that shall turn to stone
 Blood that no longer runs
 And all signs of joie shall burn
 And whirlwinds of hatred
 Shall lift the ashes of joy
 It shall be spread to the east
 Spread to the west
 Spread to the north
 And spread to the south
 Of this dead heart pulse
 The pulse of decay
 Aaahhh!
 From rulership and dignity
 To serpent poison dread
 The pulse of decay
 And the wrath of the transformation
 All the grace and beauty of the past. was raped
 And left for dead
 The pulse of decay
 The pulse of a fallen dynasty
 The pulse. the pulse
 The pulse.
 Of decay!