Lyrics:

Night, at fateful raven alighted on the cusp of my bewitchment
The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon, a silverback thundering across the cosmos
In silence now stars followed her tune, winking from existence on the brink of chaos
I penned an open sonnet to the pearly gates ablaze, as I gazed upon this angel intoxicating everything

The ball became her court, her presence there electrifying
Candelabra fought, to tear themselves away
She was a flame, divine
My pathic call of duty, irrefutable
Her eyes, they paralyzed me, froze the flow of time
A glimpse so achingly beautiful
Fleeing from the manor, in the manner of this crime
We sheltered from the pelting, helter-skelter of the skies, in the Greek gazebo, speaking tragedian rhyme
Death would settle for one petal at a time
He would pluck your thunder

Lo, this malleus eve, is heaving to the pulse of souls, she was the game, sublime
A Knight takes Queen in ruby indisputable
Then, Her eyes, they paralyzed me for a second time
A glimpse so achingly beautiful

Drinking in her flora, this Aurora to the storm
I was burning in the furnace of a love that went to war
With ravenous desire, fires lit the heavens for
Caressing in the rainfall, a less painful metaphor
For this hunger

On marbled tombs, breathless, cocooned, a long red dress shrouds, like Ophelia, this Goddess
Mourning, then crawls
Black velvet palled, to pass fervent lips, betwixt her deliciousness
Miserere Mei Diva
Forgive me forever my bride
But a gift was delivered
However perverse, on that night you exquisitely died
Seraphina, Arcane perfection, her legend was etched
To queen, demon
A fell resurrection, unparalleled in this world or next
Awaken, forsaken, by others soon taken as prey
Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love
A wonderland and in which to play

The beast in the clouds spat back to moon
And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs
She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom
To immortal darkness, as mortality slipped away

She was a flame, divine
My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable
Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine
A glimpse so achingly beautiful

Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei
As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul
Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet
The beast in the beauty's mask
Her skies, bediademed, complete, now freed of days grown overcast