I become, thou art the stronger And in your antique words your clear intent Was that once thou art gone I should dismay Quothe thee, "Your thought mistook me, for
shadows I whisper - With the shadows I waltz - Bear me; I am not the plague, Altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! Dare not naysaying my grant; Vanish with me
Dancing shapes And angels fallen on the earth Face up And look there When the root ov thy being cannot reach Art thou Nephilim child? Are ye looking for
your love as a cockroach Under my own boot I am the gehenna of humanity, whereas thou art me mercy And what shalt thou need it for If the world shall
I become thou art the stronger And in your antique words your clear intent Was that once thou art gone I should dismay. Quothe thee, ?Your thought mistook me for
to me as Maiden Death came to me as Beast Venus smiled at us that eerie Autumn Night Candlelight Banquet in Victorian Halls enflamed my Love for Her
with me. Oh my fiercest lover, come roll with me. Oh my denoted lover, come roll with me. Oh my faithful lover, come roll with me. [Solo : Aphazel] Thou
the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? Languid
swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With
Herself And heavens pour forth vast casualties Thy host given up for me Thou which wert once and then ceased to be Art now ensconced to chapters Of a
for me. To the tangles of the forests viral vacuoles knotted lives, make room for me. To the horizon forever afoot, the waning western light, make room for me
radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with
longer with the shadows, vanish with me abaft the unlight! - dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard; o! the taste on thine lips; dance with me
Caressing shadows, demons slave Thou alone soth se me in this sorrow Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight Thou
night still draws me Rays of the moonlight weeps over an infinity... ...Of these mighty mountains and forests Within this mighty landscape Mournful whispers