The chandeliers light

The mirror's glance

A shine not to bright

An emotion of romance

Mighty mirrors reflect the nobles proud bleed

Golden chests contain the rich men wealth

Sepulchral darkness surrounds the mind

Lustrous slk hides the poor flesh

The one who got my favour,

Already dressed in purple blood

Our steps are leaving a red trail,

In the circle of my dance

A green eyed man enters the hall

His white skin awakes the red coloured dream

Crackling tunes of breaking bones

The warm liquid, it is my delight

Voiceless screms surround my head

my body fills with new life

Renewing force flows through my veins

Elated music supports the corpse dance