Her hair as black as a raven
her eyes as deep as the sea
with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
coveted and bled for.
We swore an oath of blood and soil
that we will never part again
as I kissed her face as pale as death
she withered like a rose.
Nightleaves…thorns carved my chest
Nightleaves…take my breath away
I wander the path of eternal darkness
a trace to find behind your closed eyes
I drown within the beauty of your sorrow
as the moon comes out of a cloud by night.
Last night I awoke from a dream
by the song of the nightingale
I stared into the dark
but it was no one there.
