Raised by my death,
Unleashed diamond grave
I remember...
Real spasms of shadows
Laid in sighs of my eyes,
Dark lips of hope
Count...
I feel the presence of my
Saviour; he came once...
His pale hands, his convulse
breathin` and
His shakin` dance on my old dress of
Chrysanthemums...
Come, Count Veilembre, give me
Your embrace
Inside your winged cape lullabies in silence
Dwelt deep floodin` in your heart
A cobweb born from dreams
Weak infant crystal choir murmurin`
Unveiled, a romance of disgrace
All quiverin` memories painful on deathbed,
King Seal`s tears
Memories of a dark moon