Immortal Slave - Cantilena IV lyrics

Darkness she becomes to those in denial of their shadows Thus their shadows ever darken as e'er lingers their denial Cut them down in thou dance, my lovely ballerina for their thorns are wretched in thou silken skin... Save thineself For thine could'st be the dance of kings bringing tears of joy into regal eyes ...Without their thorns, thou beauty would'st never die... ...and thou songs would'st never die Curse ye all minstrels who preyed upon the beauty of the songstress For loved her did'st I... I would'st wed thee, ballerina For thine love I would'st live, and I would'st die And I would dance an unheard one should thou will'st, my ballerina Cum fletu chorea...