Twilight Ophera. Opera 666: The Whore. Zeneszám

Moon, dive with me
To the abyss where no-one has ever been
Shield me on my journey, show me the way
Through the journey, which called as a dream

I opened my eyes, something had changed
Like I'd be still asleep, how this dream is so real...

"The last, deadly dance in the night
with a moon still burning so bright"

Oh. How beautiful she was...
I kissed her black painted lips
Her face was so cold and pale
Breath like a cold breeze
and eyes like bloody dawn

She looked into my eyes, with eyes which glowed so red
I called from the mist, to dance with forgotten souls of slumber
How could she resist?

Wind touched me with it's cold breath
Night began to turn to dawn
Spells of night fading away
Everything had been like in a dream...
But still I believe, from the mist she will see
With eyes which glow always so red...