All the darkest dreams came true
She closed her eyes forever
The bride so calm and pale and sad
Here’s the agony she’d suffered
I was lead through a monumental hall
When a blow blinded me and I lost my way
Her ghastly face shrouded in a cloak
Six wings bleeding into six ebony cups
De Profundis – the trembling out of the depths
This infinite flame that crumbled her heart
Dribbling its dark venom
She said: Gloria Inferni
A shining dagger cutting through my breath
She collected my blood in a stone chalice
licking the blade with a wicked face
Suddenly encircled by a dreary cortege
Consciousness fades away,
conscience withers away
A cold trance spreads
It’s dusk already, but haunted by nocturnal demons …
