the promise we exchanged in the dead of night

in the middle of twilight, shadows arise
this scene ive seen somewhere before

C'est une imagination capricieuse comme la nuit
Elle est douce, la rencontre fatale

the whispered, chilled sigh the creeping wind
i am burst open by the amber sorrow

the promise we exchanged in the dead of night
in the reaches of the mourning darkness
as the churchbells resound,
i am inside this pale light

the shadows illuminated by pale moonlight
i am dyed in the colors of the crimson rose

the promise we exchanged in the dead of night
in the reaches of the mourning darkness
as the churchbells resound,
now, the flickering light...

...falls with the sun
my wish, in the depths of time
rising with the twilight
inside a white slumber

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