Ink turns to crimson on the captain’s log, swallowed by the deep. A hurricane spawned in the abyss, No turning back, no shore to keep. The crew vanished like ghosts into the heavy veil of fog, We steer a vessel of shadows, drifting where the light cannot creep. An unseen power chains my freezing hands onto this wooden wheel, A cosmic dread that no living mortal was ever meant to feel! The hull of the Demeter shatters upon the jagged English reef. The ancient world decays, I rise immortal, beyond belief. Walking through the mist, a phantom shape, a hungry beast, Upon the cobblestones of London, I shall gather my holy feast. Lucy... pale Lucy... the garden air is biting cold, Surrender to the dark the youth that heaven tried to hold. The white wolf calls... whispering my hidden name... This freezing rain upon my skin feels like a burning flame. Consume me... drown me... where the scarlet river flows... Devour my shadow! Come rest inside my lonely tomb! You are the chosen one my empire rescues from the gloom! No holy church can shield your soul, no prayer can ever fight The magnificent hunger of this everlasting night! Sanguis... Nocturne... London falls to my design! Sanguis... Nocturne... Behold, the stars align! The gale is gone, the lonely harbor turns to ash and grey. A majestic flower has withered and drifted away. London Nocturne... Lux Perpetua...
