Messengers are drawing near
Haunting your mind, under jewelless skies
Aeons sleep in midnight pastures
Ravens harvest your night
Lunatics are gathered in your room
You speak the tongue of madness running through
Watching from your mirrors are the dead
The monster that your god creates
Force your way to moors of night
Lasting shudders of dreamless flights
A door that opens only once
Embracing the descent of a stillborn sun
The days are growing colder still
Journey to the end of night begins
Deliriums of a pouring fear
Scrying above, singing alone
Awaking becomes a baleful burden
Who I was did not survive
Fog rests heavy pregnant with the storms
Reflections in the abyss take your form
Symbolism in gashing cloudy wounds
Laceration of paling inner soul
Force your way to moors of night
Lasting shudders of dreamless flights
A memory that splits not once but twice
Silent footsteps now cower in ice
Life is getting colder still
The hand is guided by him to kill
Bleeding mind
Will seize the body
Voices call
Dismal and dreary
Haunted mind
Bereave the body
Voices depart
Worn, amiss, and weary