Soaring are the restless screams
Weightless through the dismal pale
These silent gales serene…
And from the deepening gloom
The thrashing tides on which I sail
The moonlight drips upon my skin
My destiny unveiled…
On the back of burned, dispirited wings
The weight of dread enshrouds
The voyage within my dreams
In the grip of lightless slumber
A nightingale unto me speaks
A whisper of mortality
Cast unto the boundless sea
And I lie powerless – before the sullen ether’s cry
In the reverie of a dying wish…
Buried beneath the dust of the stars we held
Cometh thee; seal my lips eternal with one last kiss
Here I’ll leave this vale
A futile hand to the windowpane
A voice among the ruins of a fallen masquerade
And from this timeworn page within my cold grasp torn
How softly the words doth fade away…
And I lie motionless – surrendered to a barren sky
In the reverie of a dying wish
Buried beneath the dust of the stars we held
Cometh thee; seal my lips eternal with one last kiss
Here I’ll leave this vale
A futile hand to the windowpane
A voice among the ruins of a fallen masquerade
And from this timeworn page within my cold grasp torn
How softly the words doth fade away…
In fragmentary loss of soul and sanity
My hopes descend…
And shatter the visage I hold in vain
Suspended within the firmament’s rage
In repose, I touch your luring presence
This darkened, starless image disdained
And shatter the visage I hold in vain