When darkness falls the dead shall rise
To resurrect thy reason,
Then they shall pray for one more day
To flower out-of-season.
O rasie me from my watry graves,
This vale of tears illusion,
With one more kiss,
O earthly bliss
Of thy sweet blood infusion!
So, sacred to the memory
Of hearts entwined in flight,
And true shall we forever be,
Till death do us unite.
To resurrect thy reason,
Then they shall pray for one more day
To flower out-of-season.
O rasie me from my watry graves,
This vale of tears illusion,
With one more kiss,
O earthly bliss
Of thy sweet blood infusion!
So, sacred to the memory
Of hearts entwined in flight,
And true shall we forever be,
Till death do us unite.