Dressed in a sable shroud
She walks with her head bowed
Humble, quiet yet horrifying
Night on the funereal way

Wherever she appears
And wherever she reveals
Herself there fade sources
Of light, of hope, of life on earth

Flame, my stigmas
So everyone can see
One cut across the three moons
All will bleed with me
Too deep to heal for eternity

Stabbed by you
And so I’ll always be
Beneath the weight of a senseless vow
Bleeding milliads
With you I go down

And from that accursed sphere
She comes down and draws near
To flood into my inner maim
As unstoppable black flows

There’s nowhere I can hide
They still will pervade my mind
Creatures or phantoms, leave
Me be or emerge from the dark

Flame, my stigmas
So everyone can see
One cut across the three moons
All will bleed with me
Too deep to heal for eternity

Stabbed by you
And so I’ll always be
Beneath the weight of a senseless vow
Bleeding milliads
With you I go down