The moon shines upon roses of blood,
to those who sought everlasting flood.
It is this night I sought and wander,
everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
“Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.”
Tis be my night of dreary wonder.
All and all, why did I blunder?
In the dark I must lie,
all things must surely die.
Let the voices echo in the night,
telling me whether or not I should fight.
It is this night I sought and wander,
everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
“Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.”
Why must I be so cold,
alone with no sight to behold?
Who am I, for I am who is lost?
Nevermore is my soul cold like frost.
T'was upon this night of dreary,
that my essence was cold and weary.
I see the shadows coming for me;
I not know what the curse may be.
Could it be my eternal end?
That there's nothing left to fend?
It is this night I sought and wander,
everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
“Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.”