Chosen By The She-corpse

Is she real or am I madIs it just a dream of badHave my eyes an iron willUpon the grave she dances stillI saw in her eyesBlood mixed with purest whiteBut wisdom is shining throughEmotionless and dead but full of lifeCold breaths out of frosted lungsUnknown where her life is given fromIs she my angel of mourningTo tell me I am the chosen oneOn these damned fieldsThe beauty of the she-corpseBless my heart with joyI am the chosen oneAnd this nocturnal graveyardIs our dawnfull pantheonIs she real or am I madIs it just a dream of badHave my eyes an iron willUpon the grave she dances stillTravelling slowly in my mindTo corrupt my senses brightI can hear her sweetest voiceIts only silence without noiseI saw in her eyesNow I know whats behind my existanceBut is she just a ghost or a dreamFatally touched by the shining starsAnd a black souls abyss withinBless me with mystery of chaosDancing in a crimson unlightA vision with morbid sex appeal