: I crept my way through the thicket leaves And the pouring rain, you marked the trail And in your face I saw the pain Of a thousand frays, I left
: I see the darkness in your eyes, the sullen tears welling up inside The fury of the beast you try to hide will be unleashed tonight I fear the
: Rising from deep slumber Losing the crystal lake Shattered dreams like falling stars Disappear as I awake Howls in the distance Beckon reality
: Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearsest the shadows I live with are numberless My frail white flower, will I never awaken you? Not
: Bleakness churning in the dark The skies above me dismal and stark Betraying the earth with icy rain Washing away all but the searing pain On this
: Her darkened shadow and pallid skin I caught a glimpse of through forest limbs The twisted boughs and whistling winds I traced her tracks, deeper
: Spectral shadows shift about the dying land below Flowing fabrications from forty thousand thoughts ago Creations crawling constantly across Credence
: Garbed in crude shadow she stands before me Pale like supple marble, a statue of purity Innocence even drifts from twixt her milky thighs A scent
: The symbol of death reflected in her eyes Feelings of remorse suggest a shattered mind Remembering how she let the flame expire Watching the line
: Midnight chimes ring out again Beckoning the twisted nightmares to descend Upon me and deep into my mind To prey upon stray rays of hope left dying
: The faltering flame, it wanes before my eyes As darkness finally conquers Lady Bastet's holy shrine A grey day overhead, as her death is mourned
: Under scarlet evening skies I sigh Opening my undead weary eyes Ready to walk into the night As the final light of the sun recedes I catch the
: Blood... Blood rains from the skies The day their messiah dies And demons hail once again The sovereign evil begins... The scythe digs in as death
: When routine bites hard and ambitions are low And resentment rides high but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
: Candles flicker guiding me through the rusted iron gates Licking in the soaring winds dancing with enchanting grace The ground beneath my feet heaves
