Everything comes with the night...
His whispers roam the canopy
In search of the forest of the undead.
Lying beside his painted mirror
His true shape dissapears beyond the grief.
Storm of creation in his devilish sight.
Bright in the darkness.
Calling of death.
Born from the sea
The perfect son of the moon
And the goddes of pain.
Blue light in the dusk of emotions...
They lead. I follow...two sparks
Beyond existence.
