Darkseed

Laughter of the night devours your life's brightness
Virgirn is singing - apparition of your death
exterior of the dark's standing deep in fern
white robe's waving in fog like her pitch-dark hair
your past was grey, your future is black
tears of extinct days stream through her eyes
blood over your tomb
She begins to cry, the master of the dead
holds a cross towards the sky
her empty eyes turn red, ardour is her soul
I hear this screaming flame
Ashes to ashes, blood to blood
condemnation, dust to dust
The bloody, black full moon
illuminates her skin
deadly pale it shines
reflecting at your grave
beyond the shades of sun
where pleasure's obsolete
I stride into a cryptic faint
ashore benighted thoughts