She stands at the top of the castlewall   she gazes at the seashore below   half a glass since the crimson of dusk   but her sombre soul takes no notice of such   in her heart she longs for the angel of death   she is stalked by the dream of his touch   necromantic witch, such an innocent heart   yet het past is but a trail of blood and desire   murderess in the most intimate touch   stiletto death, so that het prince can watch   as she craves for the grasp of his touch   in love with the spirit of death   she is destined to dance at the tombs of the dead   in love with the spirit of death   she embraces the darkness and beauty of funerals   death above her, whispering low   a cold and strange tongue she doesn't know   love confessions? so soft in her ear   "become my bride my sweetest. Do not fear   obsessed by the spirit of death   she will never betray her love for the prince of the dead   wild winds, so strong they blow   off the castlewall she longs to go   body scattered, spirit free   in the arms of whom she longs to be   lonesouls fly..   even stars must die   yet their shimmer   their shimmer will last for lifetimes