Walpurgis Fullmoon Lyrics

The path reveals to us in his gloom
(though brightened by the lanterns of my coach)
whilst we sinked in darkness within the mountain cracks:
frowned on the road...
My senses were raped by a strange cold.
The carriage followed on with pace sustained,
on the graveled path.
The tall and weaved trees covered our heads,
as the archways high, as we passed by.

Through the coldness of the air awaits the
coach and four,
immersed into the thick invernal fog of the
dark gothic yard;
("the dead ones move faster")
and quickly it is dragged: the case with the
deadly mark
(the scourge of darkness).

Christened in blood
with the cross unnailed,
his bleeding soul was
forever damned.

Blood like
ancient rust, like dirt
into the shadow ruins
over the marble stone,
it is painted in darkness as an icon...
...unknown...

In marble carved blood
to honour the dead ones.
"May these ruins
be inviolated, and
she who lies here be
peaceful through the ages."