I arose from the lullaby
Enduring yet another tale
You tempt me again
With your embrace, so tainted
Within the night you beckon
Cursing me with every glance

Bring me through
Carry my empty shadow
And guide me inside your warped labyrinth
To the well of sin
I swear I will always love you

Leave me speechless
Release my yearning
The soul I walk is clad with light
Drifting moons thrust me with their rays
And I fall inside

I lament this heritance
Cannot bid farewell
The pale face... you went as far as you could
And from that moment
I witnessed your beauty, felt your death

Mine is yours, mine is yours

In the wake of dawn
The mist of morning linger before it leaves
Invisible eyes, red reflection
It is you
Souling in the midst of the moor


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 328 AF.