In the dark, in the cold, where the old lay weary.
My china rose, tarnished by ice, it does lay so heavily on the floor.
Others weep for the poor fallen treasures, the pure light that lies so gone on the floor.

How is it? I just go on.
My love so empty, heart so gone.
Deadlike corpses on this laden church floor.

If anything, their may be a savior.
If anything, a knight in tarnished armor-- you my lovely madien--jaded scent in the winds, lasts forevermore.

My eys so clouded, end so near, so far gone.
Are we all just dream like falicies; faires dancing on air?

Dire dance, some child sings, the holy song so tragic--brings tears like rain.

Fated whispers and the lovers last dance--hypnotic feelings where the damned ones chant.
Such is my black wedding day.

Heart to peices...lit aflame, such like the phoenix, may you rise again.