de Lioncourt

In the time of changes, I've been awakened Inside the marsh pit, touched by the day Where a thousand sunrays collide with the rain And the knife of sour pain fades me away Carried with somber faith Sentimental mistake In the dawn of my day It seems to me that I've been disgraced In sometimes, I've seen the day Night along, sepulcher's fane Child of night, Oh God of grave Much to you my heart's been brave I've been telling tales, things that we did Sharpened blooded nails, pierced in my heart In the theater mansion, I've found embrace Within crimson veils, they've felt the blaze Crushed them through others' make They've perished with my hate In the dusk of our days It seems to me that I have felt great In sometimes, I've seen the day Night along, sepulcher's fane Child of night, Oh God of grave Much to you my heart's been brave If I'd never get the chance To break through the Hell its gates I would make sure once again That no one would ever escape