At the Sight of the Apocalypse Dragon

Like to the falling of a star Or as the flights of eagles are Or like the fresh springs gaudy hue Or silver drops of morning dew Like a mind that chafes the flood Or bubbles which on water stood Even such is man, who's borrowed light Is raped from li

The moon's constant mistress And the lonely owl my marrow The flaming brake and the nightcrow Make me to my sorrow The moon embrace her shepherd And the queen of death her slaves While the first does born The star does morn... With an host of furious

I mörker jag stirrar med ont bråd i blick Förbannar världen och livet jag fick Då ljuset mig plågat, försvagat och bränt Jag önskar att livet mitt aldrig har hänt I mörker jag fann den styrka jag sökt Bländad av visdom och skönhet utsökt I skydd unde

Care charmer sleep, son of the sable night Brother to death in silent darkness born Free from life, free from light With dark forgetting of my care return Let the day be time enough to morn... Let making eyes suffice to mail their scorn Cease - dream

Ensam i nattens timma jag är Försvagad av sorgen som inom mig tär Oviss jag fruktar, allt inom mig svider Tvivlar att någon kan se hur jag lider I mörkrets vagga, jag stillat mig till ro Där ljuset ej finns, med sin förödande klo Försöker att hela mi

She comes, She comes darkest queen behold Of night primeval and of chaos old In fear of her grace, all living decay... Feeds her hunger, fades away... Her omnipotence eternally sustain The stars fade off the ethereal plain By her beauty approach and

Dark angel with thine aching lust to rid the world of existence Malicious angel do what you must burn and kill all worlds resistance Because of thee no thought, no thing can possibly breathe in the lights embrace Dark angel ever on the wing riding wi