Dowager of wandering empires knocking at death's door

Putrid winds carried the voices wailing in the night

Solitude of land Europa; battalions ominous

Conquest dressed in ivory garb attack from east and west



Baleful ballad tragic spews

From her lips of lurid blue



Infantries of bony vampires draining one by one

From the headlands plunge like death-birds; predators descend

Prancing, laughing, undertakers don tools of dusky trade

Puppeteers in childish play, ghoulish marionettes



Baleful ballad tragic spews

From her lips of lurid blue

In a dream I saw her

Drape her cloak from sea to sea



In dawn of life she came to flee with lonesome shadows before noon

Who dare impede her timely flight or rob of quarry due?



The coy, unwilling silent bride; Misery stands by her side

The demon mourner bathes in tears of those she left behind