Crimson and Crystal deck Her shadowed halls,
And in incense and teardrops, Her voice gently calls.
But in that silent kingdom, the sun never shines,
For She's locked it away in the fortress of Time.
Her eyes, they are hollow like deep, empty pools,
And Her touch is like ice that makes mortal blood cool.
Her existence is longing; She's waiting for me.
My sweet Lady Death will soon set me free.
For in mansions of shadow She wanders each night.
But She's ever alone outside Time's patterned flight.
As She lays down beside each new lover She takes,
She whispers their names and they never awake.
Crimson and Crystal deck Her shadowed halls,
And the time soon is coming when we'll all be called
To lie down in the silence of Her crystal sleep,
Where She'll watch us and guard us
In Her crimson keep.