Prologue: The Bride Wears Black کے بول

Masks concealed the real mourning No noise were allowed Misfortune came with large steps Enveloped the future into a shroud The bride wears black tonight Valleys got deeper and deeper The summits disappeared in beautiful Clouds a path In sick infinity Deep abysses and beside it Travelled in endless trains Try to solve my existence Sins, often pure temptation Praised, hallowed, just lies [repeat] Voices to bear, inner futility Be it true, be it my love Coming to torture you... ...to torture you with my devotion [repeat 1st verse]