Under wither trees, under silent moon

Weightless like a breeze I will see you soon

Lonely slave of death, tired exhausted grin

Shadow is myself and emptiness - my Queen

So can you see again coldly shining swords

Can you hear the pain and hangman's final words?

So, guide me in the dark

And bless me with your sword

And death will be a luck

In this disgusting world

So, walk with me along

My sweet nocturnal realm

And sing a fatal song

Of Shadow and its Dream

I've been never blind: you was so young that days

The guards will never find your bloody scarlet trace

What color is your love? Is it gray or black?

The axe is raised above your graceful tender neck

I have so many masks...they all repeat your smile

I'm waiting in the dark to start my sacred trial

So, guide me in the dark

And bless me with your sword

And death will be a luck

In this disgusting world

So, walk with me along

My sweet nocturnal realm

And sing a fatal song

Of Shadow and its Dream