Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

A Dead Poem

The night absorbs reality 
And relases fantasy 
It tickles my vanity 
And throws me into ecstasy 


The abbys of illusion 
Reveals a fairy land 
I am in confusion 
For I`ve got out of hand 


The fairies of the night 
Surround me, beset me 
Fear is their delight They will try to take me 


The new moon salutes me 
The wind whispers a word 
The wicked witches embrace me 
And touch me with their magic hand 


And I become air 
And I become fire 
The enemies filled with despair 
As I am getting higher and higher 


I have gained the wisdom 
I have honoured the spell 
I have conquered the stardom 
I have beaten the night as well 


Innocence arrives with dawn 
All creatures start to die 
They leave me alone 
And are eager for the night