Is she real or am I mad Is it just a dream of bad Have my eyes an iron will Upon the grave she dances still I saw in her eyes Blood mixed with purest white But wisdom is shining through Emotionless and dead but full of life Cold breaths out of frosted lungs Unknown where her life is given from Is she my angel of mourning To tell me I am the chosen one On these damned fields The beauty of the she-corpse Bless my heart with joy I am the chosen one And this nocturnal graveyard Is our dawnfull pantheon Is she real or am I mad Is it just a dream of bad Have my eyes an iron will Upon the grave she dances still Travelling slowly in my mind To corrupt my senses bright I can hear her sweetest voice Its only silence without noise I saw in her eyes Now I know whats behind my existance But is she just a ghost or a dream Fatally touched by the shining stars And a black souls abyss within Bless me with mystery of chaos Dancing in a crimson unlight A vision with morbid s** appeal