Her eyes they burn, black as night
Like dreams draped in sylvan horizon
As shadows over the deep forest
She arrived in peaceful sleep..
Forgive me not, for I welcomed this deceit

I forged the joy, In the ruins of...

Among the broken stained glass I found life
The crumbling stones were as my youth
In ivy they laid as lilies upon the streams
For I saw the black swans as beauty
The hallowed view, the winding road of time
I dreams in gray, I dreamed alone...

Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of
A life, of fear, of sorrow, the portrait of silence

And all I knew was sadness in the *pall* light of death
The funeral march passed as slowly as autumn days
The hymn was sung so bittersweet
so like winters tragic song
I shed somber tears of pride, yet she wore no pain

Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of
A forgotten time of happiness that an never again be

Carmilla, I saw your face in the candle's flame
Carmilla, I felt your gaze and your languid embrace
Carmilla, I heard your laugh across the darkened walls
Carmilla, I knew your grin in the twilight of my death

Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of
A weary heart for life and the scarlet tears we shed

The ruins of life lay within the tears
Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of