ANCIENT SPIRITS CALL TO ME

THROUGH THIS FOREST OF TRANSLUCENT DREAM

LIKE A PASSAGE THROUGH DARK CRYPTS

UNHOLY PRAYERS SURROUND MY DISMAL DESCENT

SWIRLING MISTS PART REVEALING THE SACRED PATH

THE DUSK FADES INTO A SEA OF BLACK

GLOOMY SHADOWS LIE STILL AND SILENT

THE WHISPERING WINDS SO BITTER AND COLD

FOREVER SHALL I HAUNT THE NIGHT

MESMERIZED BY DARKENED SKIES

AND THE CALL OF THE RISING FULL MOON

INTO THE TWILIGHT MISTS

SO MYSTERIOUS AND DARK

AND THROUGH THIS DREARY HAZE

OF MELANCHOLIC BLISS

MY SOUL SHALL FLY FREE IN DARKNESS