I Dressed in a sable shroud She walks with her head bowed Humble, quiet yet horrifying Night on the funereal way Wherever she appears And wherever she reveals Herself there fade sources Of light, of hope, of life on earth Flame, my stigmas, So everyone can see One cut across the three moons All will bleed with me Too deep to heal For eternity Stabbed by you And so I'll always be Beneath the weight of a senseless vow Bleeding milliads With you I go down II And from that accursed sphere She comes down and draws near To flood into my inner maim As unstoppable black flows There's nowhere I can hide They still will pervade my mind Creatures or phantoms, leave Me be or emerge from the dark Flame, my stigmas, So everyone can see One cut across the three moons All will bleed with me Too deep to heal For eternity Stabbed by you And so I'll always be Beneath the weight of a senseless vow Bleeding milliads With you I go down