The light is dying in the sky I walk through the sands of bloodshed old And I steel myself this night Hold me near you I don't fear you Feel my fire Cold {...} of the meal and drink to madness Through the {burning gold of light?} I see the dagger in my hand Decked in gold, I wander through the halls One thought: vengeance for my murdered kin A word guides my faithful hand Hands entwining Stars aligning You're in my grasp Like a serpent you will writhe in the flames As I send you to the hell from which you came Take my hand Breathe your desires Know your lust Will be your pyre Blood and wine Staining white lace Feel the hate In our embrace Fever rises Blood baptizes Cold steel biting Triumphant from the darkness And the dawn will come again In the end, the dawn will come