Текст (слова) песни: Ancient Ceremony - Her Ivory Slumber
Night has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle, I again visit Her Grave
(May Her Murderers hear our Threat)
"Though Thy Slumber may be deep Thy weak Spirit shall not sleep and forever Thou shall dwell in the ominous Fire of this Spell. To Thee lovely Night shall deny all the Quiet of Her Sky"
(The North - Wind is raving through the Trees and touches roaring the crystalline Seas)
The Moon looks round in sweet Delight in this pure Mood I invoke my Bride:
"Thus charming as Thy Beauty art thus bloody shall my Wrath them part Oh, golden Strings of Ecstasy encharm us with Thy Melody! So that a Shape of Her may rise and our wild Passion never dies"
A dazzling Light spawns out a Vision of my Dearest:
"Understand these Oracle - Words of mine and our Embrace (shall be divine) When Skies will be fired with Crimson Cloud all shall be Witness of me enshroud!"
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