Woeful wraith, obscured in veils of stalking night
Once again, reliving the final fragments of a bygone
dream

Too long, you have languished in this desolate place
Perdition of your soul, suffer now forevermore
With a glance that turned my heart'- blood to frost

She descended each stair with unearthly grace

The dust-ridden scent of abandoned tombs, like perfume

Awakened by an unrevealed longing, perhaps to live again
Free from the pains of mortality, the vast unknown
The frail dreams of life buried deep beneath the

confinements of earth

Sleep again, restless Eidolon

Return to non-existence, tranquillity in the silence of
coffins
Your eyes of misted glass

Mesmerise and who but I drawn forward
Lost in a reverie of tears


With a voice long forsaken
A promise of eternal bliss was spoken
Turning away from that aura of coldest intent

For I saw nothingness: A blackest chasm of despair
And yet I still covet thee