All the darkest dreams came true
She closed her eyes forever
The bride so calm and pale and sad
Here's the agony she'd suffered

I was lead through a monumental hall
When a blow blinded me and I lost my way
Her ghastly face shrouded in a cloak
Six wings bleeding into six ebony cups
De Profundis – the trembling out of the depths
This infinite flame that crumbled her heart
Dribbling its dark venom

She said: gloria inferni

A shining dagger cutting through my breath
She collected my blood in a stone chalice
Licking the blade with a wicked face
Suddenly encircled by a dreary cortege
Consciousness fades away, conscience withers away
A cold trance spreads

It's dusk already, but haunted by nocturnal demons...

[Diary entry:
Fatigued with the events of the night before, I decided to go to bed earlier. However, the gloom played a cruel trick on me again and wouldn't let me find solace in the arms of Morpheus. In my dream I heard a horse neighing, I woke up (or did I? Maybe it was also a delusion...) and looked out of the window. From behind the heavy curtains I saw the Countess and Friedrich getting out of the carriage. Friedrich was shrouded in a long dark cloak with the silver letter 'S' embroidered on it.]