Her Ivory Slumber

Night has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle,

I again visit Her Grave

(May Her Murderers hear our Threat)

"Though Thy Slumber may be deep

Thy weak Spirit shall not sleep

And forever Thou shall dwell

In the ominous Fire of this Spell.

To Thee lovely Night shall deny

All the Quiet of Her Sky"

(The North - Wind is raving through the Trees

And touches roaring the crystalline Seas)

The Moon looks round in sweet Delight

In this pure Mood I invoke my Bride:

"Thus charming as Thy Beauty art

Thus bloody shall my Wrath them part

Oh, golden Strings of Ecstasy

Encharm us with Thy Melody!

So that a Shape of Her may rise

And our wild Passion never dies"

A dazzling Light spawns out a Vision of my Dearest:

"Understand these Oracle - Words of mine

And our Embrace (shall be divine)

When Skies will be fired with Crimson Cloud

All shall be Witness of me enshroud!"