Is she real or am I mad  Is it just a dream of bad  Have my eyes an iron will  Upon the grave she dances still    I saw in her eyes  Blood mixed with purest white  But wisdom is shining through  Emotionless and dead but full of life  Cold breaths out of frosted lungs  Unknown where her life is given from  Is she my angel of mourning  To tell me I am the chosen one    On these damned fields  The beauty of the she-corpse  Bless my heart with joy  I am the chosen one  And this nocturnal graveyard  Is our dawnfull pantheon    Is she real or am I mad  Is it just a dream of bad  Have my eyes an iron will  Upon the grave she dances still  Travelling slowly in my mind  To corrupt my senses bright  I can hear her sweetest voice  Its only silence without noise    I saw in her eyes  Now I know whats behind my existance  But is she just a ghost or a dream  Fatally touched by the shining stars  And a black souls abyss within  Bless me with mystery of chaos  Dancing in a crimson unlight  A vision with morbid sex appeal