作曲 : Averill, Primordial
Her scent comes to me 
As the night breathes 
Her countenance grave 
A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky 
So she sees and ever watches 
The stars revolve and dance for her 
A velvet dream of crimson revolt 
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me 
I ascend... erotic misery 
We are blood to the bloodless 
We are honour to the honourless and 
We, We are gods to the godless 
Gods to the 
Godless, Honour to the honourless, 
Blood to the bloodless. 
The cruel day; it hurts my eyes... for it is night 
I ever long for 
If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus 
I am all that has been and cannot refuse 
As her smile has ushered in the night 
So many countless times before 
I hear a foot on the stair... 
I turn and she is there. 
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me 
How can I refuse 
A graven idol such as thee