lua d'inverno - moonspell

When the fate will lay on my sleep
The voices of an obscure singsong
with avid arms and hardly smiles
mother of all shadows will lull me

when she will fall me into bare dreams
under the cold pall of the eternal
night, inexorable a lamp
of lies and tears she will light

The being will take the appearance of life
Fed of lamps of desecrated temples
Dressed of his mask and veil

To expiate between the slits of ice
Shed drips of yesterdays in the dark
The waiting in vain of the failed death.