Be prepared:
I shall not make way for thee
But thou shalt make way for me!

I am not the one
Whom hath planted future's seeds
But reap upon the ground... of this moment
So I may peel away life's clarity
And slice thy previous intentions into tiny dreams

Demise:
An absolution of what once was;
Commanding relief
From thy commitment
Old sentiments shall have no other use
But to shine like glass on brittle pages

Yet, I shall repay your futile efforts
The transience of mourning over definite loss
Whilst confronting thy identity
Through deformation past recognition
Until thou findeth another self

Consistency is so easily cut
Unawares by my scythe
Which is known to have stripped shadows from mirror souls
As I cross thy existence
With the certainty of fate pinned to my heels
Pinned to my heels

So, be prepared
For I shall not make way for thee
But for a different aftertime that follows me!

Do tell me why my dreams
Speak to me always of never?
For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses
Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever shame

This searing imagery roots within my consciousness
Imagery that which I wish to know of, and wish not to know of
They are one in the same
The silence of screaming, deep within the void of my never
Take away the emptiness

The dance echoes its imagery to me
Again and again... and again
Our dance... our very last dance
Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel
Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams

Why must I dream of the flourishing fountain
Ever flowing with the blood of al whom hath cried out my name?
Forget not my name

The dance echoes its imagery to me
Again and again... and again
Our dance... our very last dance
Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel
Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams

A glimpse of a beautiful painting slips away
Leaving in its place a canvas of endless black...
Yet the illusion remains

La rose se meurt...
Les petales tombent parmi les feuilles
Fond toi en moi
En des images d'une beaute sans amour
Et des profiles eclaires en silhouettes ecarlates

Dance with me but one more time
Embrace the silence as I die
Never mend my broken wings
And never hear the children sing

The blade deepens, the shame weakens us
They gather and dream of passion and vengeance
The duality of the motion is all that remains
We are death, and death shall be our only companion
Death shall be our only companion

Frozen cries fill the air
Must we die without despair?
Another dream flowing with lies
Bleeding souls, bleeding eyes
Ta main pour toujours mienne
Plonge moi dans le sang et les larmes
Et meurt avec moi encore une fois
Les enfants ne jouen, ne cient, ne dansent
Et ne chantent plus

Frozen skies fill the air
The children cry without despair
A look of peace shows only lies
Deep within their frozen eyes

Mefiez-vous mon ange brise
De ceux qui sont moins misericordieux que moi
La lame s'enfonce... la honte nous affaiblit
Ils se rassemblent et reve
De passion et vengeance

Dance with me but one last time
Take my hand and cry for light
Open thy broken wings
And hear the dying children sing...