This dawn, this loathsome dawn
What horrid night it was!
I have bleeding scars and my wounds are fresh
No consolation will do
A conviction it is that this wicked desire will last.

My lifework isn't finished yet – I apprehend
The final element is missing – I now understand

A last piece must be placed on top
Of this cathedral born in dreams
This torment of desire shall end
(with the completion of my scheme)
With me on top
I shall be one
In the shadows of the night
And the light at the bitter end
My pulse will collide
With the crimson life stream

What higher purpose there is
But the completion of a dream?

Thousands of lives united in death
In my cathedral of might
My ark of apocalypse

My life ends as I sacrifice
My flesh, my blood: the final part
A collision with fate engulfed in flames
A new time is at hand as this tower lords these lands
Moira immaculate...

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