Ivy kissed the shadows, As mo(u)rning lusts for dew, She with lips of sweetest pain, Lies in wait for you.
With the dawn she went away, Before mist veils the earth, Nothing remains, except for the wounds - The only gift of hers. Of hers...
For themselves they should despair, The graves lie in silence, but we're not there. When there are voices close to hear, No reflection haunts the mirror.
With the dawn we went away, Before mist veils the earth, Nothing remains, except for the wounds - The only gift of me and her.