On one lonely day and hour,
I let not a single soldier cower
As we rode into a battle
To defend our cherished home
But behind me, far behind me,
On her beautifully carved throne,
Sat my love, my precious love,
Who wished I'd turn and ride towards home
Oh, Elisabeta, with your gentle, radiant smile
I promised to be with you,
Always with you,
All the while.
But as I ride to battle with my helmet on my head
My enemies have plans to report that I am dead
Yes, they wrote you of a foul deed
Which was never truly done
They told you of my death
In our battle, never won
And you hung your head and wept
To think such tragic things
And you showed us, by your actions,
The horror sorrow brings
You clambered through the window
Of the highest of the rooms
And you flung yourself to freedom
And you fell towards your doom
The river that had loved us
And always kept us well
Had now become your killer,
Has now become my Hell
As I rode back, defeated,
From my army's sorry loss
I found you in the chapel,
Beneath the time-worn cross
The angels wept to see you
Lying still upon the floor
But as I heard them sobbing
Fury burned me to my core
I yielded to my darkness
To avenge your broken soul
I acquired the powers of Hades
To help me reach my goal
I slit the throat of virtue,
I stabbed the heart of right,
I sold my soul to Satan,
I gave myself to night
I've crossed oceans of time to find you,
I've shed my final tear
But I find it all worthwhile
For now, I find you here.