[Isserggia]

Raised by my death,

Unleashed diamond grave

I remember...

Real spasms of shadows

Laid in sighs of my eyes,

Dark lips of hope

Count...

I feel the presence of my

Saviour; he came once...

His pale hands, his convulse

breathin' and

His shakin' dance on my old dress of

Chrysanthemums...

Come, Count Veilembre, give me

Your embrace

Inside your winged cape lullabies in silence

Dwelt deep floodin' in your heart

A cobweb born from dreams

Weak infant crystal choir murmurin'

Unveiled, a romance of disgrace

All quiverin' memories painful on deathbed,

King Seal's tears 

Memories of a dark moon