A candle burns in the darkness,
I stare transfixed at the flame,
feeling the weary burden,
of bearing an ancient name.
Over the countless years,
the night has grown lonely,
I sit in an empty chamber,
only my thoughts for company.
Lick the razor, lick the flame,
savor the sting and the burn,
Lick the blood, full and sweet,
a taste that makes me yearn.
My skin is pierced by dagger,
a red droplet begins to bud.
The candle weeps with me,
as I cry my tears of blood,
The sky weeps, the candle weeps,
the night seems to mourn,
I think back across the centuries,
through which I wandered worn.
Mine has been so long a road,
no nights in which to sleep,
Yet I guard the archaic secrets,
which I, in my solitude, keep,
My goblet is filled with a liquor,
more enthralling than wine,
I catch the candle's waxy tears,
and it cleanly burns away mine.
I drink the sanguine ambrosia,
with unquenchable desire,
My thirst is still not sated,
as my gaze returns to the fire.
Kiss the flame, kiss the blood,
dance a waltz with death,
Remembrances of flushed skin,
and then the final breath,
When the song has ended,
and with it passion's flood,
I stumble in the final steps,
and shed my tears of blood.
The fire burns away at length,
smothering itself inevitably,
All mortal things must pass away,
leaving me alone with my eternity.
The darkness is deep in an endless night,
recounting the ages I have withstood,
I sit alone now in the dark,
and cry my tears of blood.