What I've become will never show
As death shrouds my soul
A dead leaf in the autumn wind
That mimics a careless stroll

For I am still at bay
Neither alive nor dead
Blinded as I stare
Oh how I long to join them there
A thousand tears and a thousand hours
In a tomb never blessed

Contorted limbs reach the clouds
To shadow my limbs at rest
Utterly old, bleak and cold
Like a ghoul vaguely heard
Although my vision is crystal clear
My sight seems all blurred

Let my path be sacrosanct
Sacrosanct
Eternal black and sacrosanct
Forever sacrosanct

To veil my wicked sense
I close myself in a deathlike dream
Within the silence of immense
Lies a turmoil that twists and screams
As long as the night lies ahead
I shall extol the dead
For they have found the mirror brave
Where black is white and night is day