I will kill the stars for thee,
I will torture the innocent,
I will make their children slaves
and burn all those who will not bow for thy grace.
I will let my blade perish myself,
only for thee my love.
I will die bitter and eternally tortured
if thou will not rise from thy grave.
O' how I cursed the gods,
how prayed for the Darkness for thy eternal love.
I grieve in thy tomb,
set the crimson flowers upon your grave,
and pray for the tempting Darkness...