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My light's been blown out by the wind.

Since then, an everlasting rain

Dims my sight and hides my lane.

I've prayed God to forgive my sins,

To bring back to life my purity.

Lips to lips, my love remained pale,

Still she is; a beauty, cold as a grave

No sign from God, may demons help me.

Tristan: the ritual

I'm calling upon demons,

And forces of eternal hate.

Gather your strenght to seal my fate

And get this shade of death undone.

May her eyes lighten again

May life rise through its unborn veins

Forces of hate gather your strenght

Forces of hate gather your strenght

Spirits' warning

Cold is the dream

Which burns our wings

Cruel is the dream

In whinch we sink

Demons' law

The fool...

Ignoring us, Then begging us

For her...

No salvation, Just damnation

For you...

No salvation, No damnation

Just dust...

Morgane: last hope

Heaven had sheltered me, Love,

Giving my soul a place to rest.

Imprisoning into sadness,

I've fallen, unable to fly.

Into the dark, far from the light,

I've tried to get up and shine

To beg you... please never die.

Tristan: despair

Hours have passed as hope is gone,

I'm still sitting here on my own.

The pressure makes all my body ache,

Nothing will come to calm my distress.

Darkness spreads its veil around me.

Emptiness takes its place back inside of me.

The night and the insomnia will follow,

Then days and months of doubt and sorrow.

Tristan: decision

Though I stood up specter like,

A shadow following no one's path,

A wandering soul, a lonely fool.

I've rocked his empty cradle,

I've slept in this empty bed,

Thinking about what I should do.

Then, with tears in my eyes,

I've finally decided to die.