| Song | Near Dark |
| Artist | Agathodaimon |
| Album | Blacken The Angel |
| Part One | |
| This is a world blessed by the victims | |
| Of carnal tragedy | |
| the humans ritual of love and adoration | |
| Dense-woven history | |
| Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled | |
| Bizarre she defined her presence | |
| With the lament of the undead | |
| When her eyes have bathed in danger | |
| And the moon had new design | |
| In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine | |
| But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive | |
| In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover | |
| I'll forever strive... | |
| Part Two | |
| Dem Sterbenden - die Hoffnung | |
| Dem Propheten - Der Fluch | |
| Der Liebe - die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung... | |
| The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures | |
| Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body | |
| Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart | |
| Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light... | |
| Part Three | |
| Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth | |
| When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth | |
| Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then | |
| I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star | |
| In the shade of the abhorrent | |
| Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment | |
| When the moment dies | |
| There she gently approaches | |
| With the new meaning of life... | |
| In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill | |
| Baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still | |
| A flood of sentiments entwined | |
| Rattle thru my falling soul | |
| I slumber against the spirit of time | |
| Like a stranger in a foreign world! | |
| In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears | |
| In the hour, when dusk disperses | |
| Its colors on the white statues | |
| Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets | |
| And my fiery lips I'll freeze | |
| With the kiss of these unrivalled statues | |
| “Și-n astă noapte sfîrșește printr-un sărut | |
| Poeme — agonizate de-un infinit și-un început” | |
| Part Four | |
| “The all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again — | |
| Do you still remember our oath? — Til light do us part!?” | |
| Come forth, Feline | |
| Mere moment of melancholy | |
| Drink deep of my desire | |
| The quenchless fire | |
| That unites our tameless embers... | |
| come forth, Feline | |
| Tortured by our final duet | |
| Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers | |
| That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... | |
| on the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes | |
| Of the unsleeping portraits | |
| And the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep | |
| Into its own startling solitude... | |
| Part Five | |
| Silent heart desires | |
| The balm that drives away the human waste | |
| Oh come, infidel duchess | |
| Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again | |
| Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts | |
| Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip | |
| Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished | |
| Arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey | |
| “Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndîrjit | |
| Iar ceru-mprăștia tenebre, peste parcul amorțit” | |
| ...Returned into that park as a whole | |
| Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens | |
| Dreaming away on the lost love I've recovered | |
| Death suddenly rises | |
| Annoyed that he couldn't save me | |
| He turns pale from envy | |
| The seasons vanish and so does this story | |
| As the same poets hand raises the pen | |
| He pictured this spectacle with... | |
| The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park | |
| Only two nightshades remaining - | |
| Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter | |
| Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin... | |
| Nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures | |
| The colors have seared - these pages, whereas | |
| The darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand | |
| Which dutifully sealed | |
| This episode's arcane End. |
| Part One | |
| This is a world blessed by the victims | |
| Of carnal tragedy | |
| the humans ritual of love and adoration | |
| Densewoven history | |
| Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I' ve bled | |
| Bizarre she defined her presence | |
| With the lament of the undead | |
| When her eyes have bathed in danger | |
| And the moon had new design | |
| In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine | |
| But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive | |
| In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover | |
| I' ll forever strive... | |
| Part Two | |
| Dem Sterbenden die Hoffnung | |
| Dem Propheten Der Fluch | |
| Der Liebe die Dichtung, die dem Sterben entsprung... | |
| The night is crystal clear words are sent from pictures | |
| Sounds that I can' t hear as weakness wins my body | |
| Selling cheap my soul and its bleeding heart | |
| Eclipsing the whole planet, history and light... | |
| Part Three | |
| Sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth | |
| When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth | |
| Embalm their coldness with the blood' s warmth... then | |
| I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star | |
| In the shade of the abhorrent | |
| Yet in the still of the nights In the still of the moment | |
| When the moment dies | |
| There she gently approaches | |
| With the new meaning of life... | |
| In a haze of hazard, in the withering chill | |
| Baleful' s the passion, when hearts stand still | |
| A flood of sentiments entwined | |
| Rattle thru my falling soul | |
| I slumber against the spirit of time | |
| Like a stranger in a foreign world! | |
| In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears | |
| In the hour, when dusk disperses | |
| Its colors on the white statues | |
| Then I' ll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets | |
| And my fiery lips I' ll freeze | |
| With the kiss of these unrivalled statues | |
| " in ast noapte sf r e te printrun s rut | |
| Poeme agonizate deun infinit iun nceput" | |
| Part Four | |
| " The allengulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again | |
| Do you still remember our oath? Til light do us part!?" | |
| Come forth, Feline | |
| Mere moment of melancholy | |
| Drink deep of my desire | |
| The quenchless fire | |
| That unites our tameless embers... | |
| come forth, Feline | |
| Tortured by our final duet | |
| Let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers | |
| That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... | |
| on the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes | |
| Of the unsleeping portraits | |
| And the whiteeye of a lonely candle falls asleep | |
| Into its own startling solitude... | |
| Part Five | |
| Silent heart desires | |
| The balm that drives away the human waste | |
| Oh come, infidel duchess | |
| Shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee I taste again | |
| Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts | |
| Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip | |
| Upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished | |
| Arises my lovelorn aura' s odyssey | |
| " Un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiazand rjit | |
| Iar cerumpr tia tenebre, peste parcul amor it" | |
| ... Returned into that park as a whole | |
| Under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens | |
| Dreaming away on the lost love I' ve recovered | |
| Death suddenly rises | |
| Annoyed that he couldn' t save me | |
| He turns pale from envy | |
| The seasons vanish and so does this story | |
| As the same poets hand raises the pen | |
| He pictured this spectacle with... | |
| The actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park | |
| Only two nightshades remaining | |
| Celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter | |
| Lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin... | |
| Nights were crystal clear words were sent from pictures | |
| The colors have seared these pages, whereas | |
| The darkest hour revealed the mysterious hand | |
| Which dutifully sealed | |
| This episode' s arcane End. |