Vultures, thirteen white eyed nymphs with the frozen echo of a young wind,enraged. Shadows of a cobweb torn down, memories of rhymed lines like poems of life King Seal's soul.
His nightfall,last one of four nights fallin' of stars in delusion, cliff shadows, ravens old bright wings black eyes lie lurkin'. Dead bridegroom.
That night carryin' lorn cobweb, memories in silence came back to me. My Prince born through vulture's bad bites, on a frozen pond flanked by two oak trees from ancient times.
My Vampire, he has black swan's heart, velvet eyes,misty signs which can, oh!
Mesmerize my face's moon, shinin 'and glowin', face of night
Layin' on my bed of lilies, fireflies, cries and grim life; I left my flesh...
His nightfall, last one of four nights fallin' of stars in delusion, cliff shadows, ravens old bright wings. Vampire, he has black swan's heart, velvet eyes, misty signs which can, oh! Mesmerize my face's moon, shinin' and glowin', face of night.