Ancient Ceremony - Under Moonlight We Kiss : Her Ivory Slumber
 

Ancient Ceremony



Under Moonlight We Kiss



Her Ivory Slumber





Night has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle,



I again visit Her Grave







(May Her Murderers hear our Threat)







"Though Thy Slumber may be deep



Thy weak Spirit shall not sleep



and forever Thou shall dwell



in the ominous Fire of this Spell.



To Thee lovely Night shall deny



all the Quiet of Her Sky"







(The North - Wind is raving through the Trees



and touches roaring the crystalline Seas)







The Moon looks round in sweet Delight



in this pure Mood I invoke my Bride:







"Thus charming as Thy Beauty art



thus bloody shall my Wrath them part



Oh, golden Strings of Ecstasy



encharm us with Thy Melody!



So that a Shape of Her may rise



and our wild Passion never dies"







A dazzling Light spawns out a Vision of my Dearest:







"Understand these Oracle - Words of mine



and our Embrace (shall be divine)



When Skies will be fired with Crimson Cloud



all shall be Witness of me enshroud!"