A Prelude To Love And Death



First signs of a new dawn claimed beyond the sight of the far mountains

A black sun rising, casting a red shadow under my lonely body

A seed was growing inside of me, guiding me to the top of the mountains



Isolde calling me, whispering my name from there

Whispering my name...



Ignorant of the tragic fate that the horned angels were already announcing

Through the blizzard I was trying to reach the top

Whence my name was pronounced

Against the will of the gods

For the unholy matrimony would be an heresy

Against the very essence of reason



Passion



But the immoral had to be

Strong, pure, destructive

Beyond love

Pleasure and pain



I saw a golden hair carried by the wind getting caught in my clothes covered with snow

That was the sign, yet unknown the embrace was already tightening around my soul

Her finger was pointing at me when I discovered Her sitting on her frozen throne.



Isolde calling me, whispering my name from there

Whispering my name...



On Her side, an old druid was preparing a philtre that Her and I drank