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