I have seen a dance of shadows
darker than the darkest night
touched by madness I have swirled
the pirouette of death
wakened by a black rose blooming
in the frozen fields of sleep
I have known such pain and pleasure
ecstasy and fear
I have seen a strange procession
mourners of the ice-kissed soul
I have known and I have suffered
at the hands of truth
darker than the darkest night
touched by madness I have swirled
the pirouette of death
wakened by a black rose blooming
in the frozen fields of sleep
I have known such pain and pleasure
ecstasy and fear
I have seen a strange procession
mourners of the ice-kissed soul
I have known and I have suffered
at the hands of truth