Under wither trees, under silent moon  Weightless like a breeze I will see you soon  Lonely slave of death, tired exhausted grin  Shadow is myself and emptiness - my Queen  So can you see again coldly shining swords  Can you hear the pain and hangman's final words?  So, guide me in the dark  And bless me with your sword  And death will be a luck  In this disgusting world  So, walk with me along  My sweet nocturnal realm  And sing a fatal song  Of Shadow and its Dream  I've been never blind: you was so young that days  The guards will never find your bloody scarlet trace  What color is your love? Is it gray or black?  The axe is raised above your graceful tender neck  I have so many masks...they all repeat your smile  I'm waiting in the dark to start my sacred trial  So, guide me in the dark  And bless me with your sword  And death will be a luck  In this disgusting world  So, walk with me along  My sweet nocturnal realm  And sing a fatal song  Of Shadow and its Dream