Lifted with the gift of their seductive songs.
She drifted from the path she was surely set upon...
A cat walks out on velvet feet, an owl wings like...
A moonbeam slants through sleeping streets, mist...
A resurrection is occuring
Of my eternal faith in hate...
These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...
In the dark alone I sit,
with nothing but a candle lit...
In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...
Eternity folding in over me so easily and swiftly
Enveloping me in a blanket of shadow ripped memory...
There is nothing for you to look at here,
Nothing for you to see...
The boy rides further to the stream
from the hillside the water seems clean...
A candle shines through fabric
Flickering, wavering...
Darkness is here
I can feel it...
Abomination,
Their creation...