In your every moment   With your every breath   Even far away, your eyes are ways   Disputing my darkness      In your darkest hour   With the dying sun   Preying all alone   Your lips the downfall coloring my days      As if in a spring of rage   Your fury and beauty would incarnate      In your every movement lays a cruel fate   Even from a distance   Your hands of doom   Disquieting my darkness      As if in a spring of rage   Your fury and beauty would incarnate   As if in a spring of rage   Your fury and beauty would incarnate      Release my pain   Release my pain   Release my pain   Release my pain      Widowed in the whiteness pure   Clouded captive by the moon      As if in a spring of rage   Your fury and beauty would incarnate   As if in a spring of rage, as if in a spring of rage   Incarnate