Pale cold, night hunter. Evil pain, living in search. Oh, memory of centuries - old suffering... That temple of God, filled with scarlet blood.
He pierced with sword your holy deity In the lit of rage, He filled the chalice with God’s blood And drank it, he was Doomed.
Chained in the world of pain, endless dark forever, I mourn, my Fallen Angel, - for you. I mortify with thirst hunger and fury. My love in a crude ground.
My Fallen Angel, Taste of your lips on my mouth My regret... The hope is alive, but the fear in my heart.
With cold Death I'm froze into your arms, My Fallen Angel, I mourn for you forever.
Who can live forever? Who can search forever? Who can love forever When your love is dead?
The Angel in my memory My last sunrise And supped blood. My love in a crude ground
Where was the God, When you were dying? The love is poisoned... It’s impossible to go from the beginning.