Part One      This is a world blessed by the victims   Of carnal tragedy   the humans ritual of love and adoration   Dense-woven history      Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled   Bizarre she defined her presence   With the lament of the undead   When her eyes have bathed in danger   And the moon had new design   In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine   But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive   In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover   I'll forever strive...      Part Two      Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung   Dem Propheten - Der Fluch   Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung...      The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures   Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body   Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart   Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...      Part Three      Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth   When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth   Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then   I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star      In the shade of the abhorrent   Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment   When the moment dies   There she gently approaches   With the new meaning of life...      In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill   Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still      A flood of sentiments entwined   Rattle thru my falling soul   I slumber against the spirit of time   Like a stranger in a foreign world!      In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears   In the hour, when dusk disperses   Its colors on the white statues      Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets   And my fiery lips I'll freeze   With the kiss of these unrivalled statues      "Si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut   Poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput"      Part Four      "The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again-   Do you still remember our oath? - Til light do us part!?"      Come forth, Feline   Mere moment of melancholy   Drink deep of my desire   The quenchless fire   That unites our tameless embers...      come forth, Feline   Tortured by our final duet   Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers   That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...      on the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes   Of the unsleeping portraits   And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep   Into its own startling solitude...      Part Five      Silent heart desires   The balm that drives away the human waste   Oh come, infidel duchess   Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again      Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts   Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip   Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished   Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey      "Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit   Iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit"      ...Returned into that park as a whole   Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens   Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered      Death suddenly rises   Annoyed that he couldn't save me   He turns pale from envy      The seasons vanish and so does this story   As the same poets hand raises the pen   He pictured this spectacle with...      The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park   Only two nightshades remaining -   Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter   Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...      Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures   The colors have seared - these pages, whereas   The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand   Which dutifully sealed      This episode's arcane End.