Beloved are the mourns in tides of madness
The portrait of beauty reflected in glass...
You are my skin, the desires' Dark Countess,
The Queen of wolves, Entranced...

From the dreams you come, blessed by Morpheus
Tasted and desired by our hunger lips...
So the hymns are singed in sin of a Kiss
You're... my... Tragedy...

The innocence is corrupted in the numb of sleep
The other pale face, beyond the haunted luxury...
A Hypnos' silent embrace through suffer and myths,
Untying your throne and glory with my opaque destiny...

The winds of thunders whispering within the lakes...
Now we can fell the Unveil trinity in Hecate...
Now we can fell the Unveil trinity in Hecate...
The visions of Thanathos, showed me the way...
So the screams of skies are broken by Her tongue...

And the sign of debauchery is tattooed in stone...