The dance of two free souls

No more masquerades of mortals.

Just you and me as nightly guests at the dance hall of our last autumn,

Your look's so faithful, so brave,

as you feel our common pain.

Our lives and love now in a single stream,

the stream of our last Autumn's grief.

Together we lived our lives,

and together we will leave.

It shall be the final tie of our bloody seal...

We gave our secret promise on the shore of our red streams.

The bloody oath of real love,

the oath of red falling leaves.