1. Vengeance

I will never be away
I will be watching you from the grave
With a sword thrust through my heart
Not alive, not quite dead
I will be waiting for the one
Who will pull this blade from my chest
I will kill you with your weapon
In death, you will look your best

Watch for my soiled footprints
The scent of the rot is my courier
Freeze in fear as my sword glints
Your legs must have never felt heavier
Don't faint as the blade bits deeper
Learn to enjoy a bit, nothing feels sweeter
To lift the curse your love has cast
Lie in my grave with me, forever and ever


...And my greatest wish was to die, on a good day to die. When a cottonish morning mist has gluttonously sat down on rime bitten moors, above the fog a crystal clear winter sky houses an unwarming white sun, when my heart and thoughts are clear and at peace. And the only thing i miss would be...

I will never be away
I will be watching you from the grave
With a sword thrust through my heart
Not alive, not quite dead
I will be waiting for the one
Who will pull this blade from my chest
I will kill you with your weapon
In death, you will look your best



2. Damnation

What lays behind your clouded eyes?
Your skin feels cold to touch, what troubles you?
Frostbitten mistress, remember the old times?
Wish you had given me, things i am due
You were a gift to me, from heavens sent
Foolishly I thought you were my salvation
Envy has poisoned me, Our beginning was my end
By my hands slain, You were my damnation



3. Gravesong

The last time you damned my tomb, in a luscious tipsy lure
My bones, you roused them all, shook the grave and the moor
I've been dying a death every day, yet not out of tears
Did you know the dead could die? Neither did I, it so appears
Each time you slept with others, it made my tombstone itch
Hence I'm alive now, I'm going to get you, bitch!
Even you sleep on pillows, those filled with peacock feathers
You're dead but just mine now, and it's all that matters...


4. Spirits of the Dead (Edgar Allan Poe)

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of Satan, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!



5. CXXVII (William Shakespeare)

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,
Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.


6. Knight Of The Black Rose (Instrumental)


7. Ode To Sorrow Pt I


Hold my hand, griefworn lonely one
Give in to oblivion, forget everything


Winter sun, shall be mine
The chill of night, freeze my heart
Nothing's left, of my mind
My sorrow, my ode to oblivion

Autumn, hold me close
Sunset, paint my fears
In joy, sing the
Ode to sorrow, without tears

Hold my hand, griefworn lonely one
Give in to oblivion, forget everything

Winter sun, shall be mine
The chill of night, freeze my heart
Nothing's left, of my mind
My sorrow, my ode to oblivion

Autumn, hold me close
Sunset, paint my fears
In joy, sing the
Ode to sorrow, without tears

Wish I was dead
Never to get sad
Again by dawn
I yearn for thou
My heart is thine
So are thoughts of mine
Thou art the dust
On a wind that sighs


8. Ode To Sorrow Pt II

Autumn, hold me close
Sunset, paint my fears
In joy, sing the
Ode to sorrow, without tears

Joy is a temporary deception to make you feel its worth (to live)
To live is a vast illusion dispelled only by (sorrow)
Sorrow is the only way to see beauty beyond (darkness)
Darkness is to live and death is salvation