Just last night I had a dream
A dream of you and me...
I've been waiting
To hear from you...
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...
A candle shines through fabric
Flickering, wavering...
The boy rides further to the stream
from the hillside the water seems clean...
There is nothing for you to look at here,
Nothing for you to see...
Surrounded by magic
With things we can't explain...
Fingers of mist come through the darkness
cold hands seek to steal hope...
Are the demons dead?
Noway people say...
Lethe is one of the rivers that separate Hades...
Acheron - the river of woe...