The SecretI tell now of a desperate fight,A secret devotion was at hand;Betwixt the daughter of a knightAnd celibate ruler of the land.While all the kingdom bathed in sleep,The lovers left the castle's rune.What pain, it was, to silent keep.To meet just at the rise of moon.And in the mystic forest nightFor every sunset, they would meet.The king, consumed in azure light,His noble lady he would greet...Until the demons seized the landAnd men were rallied to defend.The crown prince forced to lead the fight,To lead his warriors into the night.The lady, forced to sit at home,To wait unrested, all aloneAnd sick for her lord's very lifeWhich left this world amidst the strife.
SlumberAs the night envelops me,I am finally let free.To the moon, I now belong,Under sheets of honesty.Sleep is a narcotic,So my true heart here prevails,As my eyes are shut and I detachFrom the real world's troubled tales.May I never yet awaken,For my joy exists in me,All the good is real, and the hate is goneWhen I wish for it to be.As for all that ails my spirit,In my dream, it's forced away.The Devil shall not get me here,For asleep, I'll always stay.
IceThe winds of the arctic,Like daggers of cold.The dark, silent deepnessOf a blue, icy hold.Shards of wet glassSinking into the skin.Slicing like razors,Drawing blood, cutting thin.Why, when I kiss you,Do your eyes lose a tear?My lips, are they painful?Do they chill you, my dear?Is it true, have I lost all the warmthFrom before? I once burned with affection.That me is no more, for I'm frozen and cold,My skin has gone pale. I'm just an illusion,Soul-less and frail. If you search in the glacierOf hatred and pain, you may find my imageand chillen form slain.