Mistress of the Dead — Reflection of Red Rose in the Black Marble Tombstone Beside Her Face

Текст песни: Reflection of Red Rose in the Black Marble Tombstone Beside Her Face

Portrait of Her face
Black marble
Reflecting saddest image of red rose
Standing beside Her tombstone
The pain of weeper
Bleeding on wreath of thrones
Kneeling
Bemoaning Her death so bitterly
Covered in haze of autumnal smell of decay

Two flowers
First painfully dead
The other still living
Both burning through my soul
Their livid silhouettes
Drowning in the eternity of shoreless time

My lips whispering quietly Her name
Knowing, there's no turning back
On the cemetery path of life
Colored in black
Lost in never-ending distance
Leading into voiceless emptiness
Missing her Touch cruelly
Her embrace of warmth
I can only find in the image of Her beautiful face
From darkest grief of tombstone
Dying of my weakness
Mortal tears killing my will to live
When I see this grating tragedy
Radiating from Her face
Though smiling
Eyes shining in purest beauty of Her innocence
I can feel the deepest grave
Inside my tortured soul
Of mutilated shades