She stands at the top of the castlewall

she gazes at the seashore below

half a glass since the crimson of dusk

but her sombre soul takes no notice of such

in her heart she longs for the angel of death

she is stalked by the dream of his touch

necromantic witch, such an innocent heart

yet het past is but a trail of blood and desire

murderess in the most intimate touch

stiletto death, so that het prince can watch

as she craves for the grasp of his touch

in love with the spirit of death

she is destined to dance at the tombs of the dead

in love with the spirit of death

she embraces the darkness and beauty of funerals

death above her, whispering low

a cold and strange tongue she doesn't know

love confessions? so soft in her ear

"become my bride my sweetest. Do not fear

obsessed by the spirit of death

she will never betray her love for the prince of the dead

wild winds, so strong they blow

off the castlewall she longs to go

body scattered, spirit free

in the arms of whom she longs to be

lonesouls fly..

even stars must die

yet their shimmer

their shimmer will last for lifetimes