Towers Of Doleful Triumph

Oh my doleful betrothed, enbowered in baleful marvels thou art Thou chariotest the soft of evil as whilome you did A host of shadows sings for mee The lamentuous quire of dead leaves in blushful woods From ivy-mantled towers I hark The thunder'fit urging from the horizon's dim verge The drawbridge it slowly lowers And a legion of armoured spectres rides towards the walls of fog... Sire dell' Imbrunito Regno Del dorato tuo manto la vista m'enfiamma'l cuor Scuro e'l color del verbo tuo Quando m'encanti con storie d'antico splendor From thy blade and dudgeon drop gouts of blood, the blood of thy vernal foe To dumb forgetfulness a prey, death swallows Aurora's vows of hope On carpet of sapless foliage thou stalk whilst Zephirus swells your cloak A Supernal Kingdom built of dreams, such wilt thou be to mee...