Marduk Opus Nocturne
Night sprout up through the pale weakness of the day Choked is the warmth and it's feeble loving light Why my heart it pounds? Is it you my dark mistress say? Worship you I do and you me newer fail on delightful night Foolish and weak is any human love, but my bride not this in life and so in death for you I shall fight Your cold breath caresses me of my mind and into my wish You I can love for you are me oh precious night
