Crimson tears summon me to the eclipse of my death For the reckoning of my sins, I shall pledge A black veil of emotionless silence begs to clothe me Through the halls of spiritual existence I crawl on this journey again On wings of fire, the call of judgement rides In the chalice of eternal void I seek to hide Into the infinite abyss of darkness I am to sleep In mourning for the last straws of life, I weep Desolate, I pray for the drawing Sun The throne of light remains concealed Alone, tied in these chains of solitude I cannot feel Where angels have fallen My wailing soul is laid to rest The tombstone is chosen A cauldron for my new quest What is this empty shell, withered by the winter rains? Not one drop of drying blood, nor the pleasure of pain Beyond my grave I hear the dying fall To their lifeless souls I call I wait for agonized centuries to no avail An infernal sleep that revives my claim In death, I died, where no white saviour came Betrayed by the thousand-year faith Embalmed in this forbidden dream Solitary I shudder in the chill of stillness My body still yearns for its bloodstream And yet I call his name this last time