Dowager of wandering empires knocking at death's door   Putrid winds carried the voices wailing in the night   Solitude of land Europa; battalions ominous   Conquest dressed in ivory garb attack from east and west      Baleful ballad tragic spews   From her lips of lurid blue      Infantries of bony vampires draining one by one   From the headlands plunge like death-birds;predators descend   Prancing, laughing, undertakers don tools of dusky trade   Puppeteers in childish play,ghoulish marionettes      Baleful ballad tragic spews   From her lips of lurid blue   In a dream I saw her   Drape her cloak from sea to sea      In dawn of life she came to flee with lonesome shadows before noon   Who dare impede her timely flight or rob of quarry due?      The coy, unwilling silent bride; Misery stands by her side   The demon mourner bathes in tears of those she left behind