As the wolves howl
|
And the moon penetrates the driving clouds
|
When the trees cradle above a murmerous cascade
|
Your stature approaches closer and closer
|
An Osculum Infame
|
|
Your scent is still present
|
In this place so dark, so pure
|
At a bed of leaves I still see your shadow
|
In the sinister shade of a horned moon
|
|
Ishtar, my witch, my burning Goddess
|
Every woman bears your mark in her soul
|
As the rustle of leaves and the rustle of flames
|
Inflame your transistory (yet eternal) existence
|
|
I embrace your light
|
It shines through the leaves of trees so old
|
As the beckoning of bells in the freezing night
|
Makes us forget about the cold
|
|
As the wolves howl
|
And the moon penetrates the driving clouds
|
When the trees cradle above a murmerous cascade
|
Your stature disappears slowly and grave
|
An Osculum Infame
|
|
-----------------
|
Perishing Nights (A Nocturnal Gathering)
|
| Cirith Gorgor |
