Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips   Let the cold blood flow on its own   Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul   Long forgotten      From which of this oak shall I hang myself?   These ebon halls are always dark   From which frostbitten bough shall I die?      As dark as the winter   As black as her ghastly veil   As cold as her whisper and chilling gown      No corridors of life and beauty   These enchanted halls are stained    With the blood of night   Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire   Dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble      These weary eyes shall open no more   Frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death   A charnel house of memories torn   And burning melancholy shall embrace me now      Hear this call   Beyond endless halls    And far across the vast forest   Just across the iron gates   Whispers      As dark as the winter   As black as her grim mask of death   As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears      No corridors of life and beauty   No blood red sky   No colours left in this world      It was the light’s end