Virgin's Curse

When light is dying
At the black grave,
Touched by the wings,
Carried by the wind...

When moon is crying
Through the sad sites,
Dreaming of the virgin,
Virgin...

When angels and demons
From crosses are falling down...

Dreaming of stars
And clouds, she shivers,
'cause bad ghosts
In hurry surround her,
Wresting strips
From her white flesh
They cry for her pureness,
Wresting strips
From her white flesh...

Big her eyes,
They seem to be
So pure and empty,
But still they are
Sawing the darkness of life.

When moon is crying,
Dreaming of the virgin lost,
Lost into demons and life,
Lost into eternity...