I walk among the withered graves

Through the corridors of time

Halls cast in iron and stone.

I speak through the darkness of my soul,

I see a flame flickering in a distant corner



Like the beacon among the stars,

upon the nightblue sky

Far away on tracks unveiled

Beyond the treasures of history



Whispering to me... as the wind among the trees

With the tone of the soft, complaining flute

Thine eyes mirrored in chaos

Exposing thy very self



In the night I shall come to you

An image by your thoughts created.

A child born in thy mind

Created by the illusions of life



So far away from reality

All are forsaken

Take a step through the mirrored halls

The corridors of time.



Voices echoing

From the walls screaming

Telling tales lost in time

Tormention in ages we dimly remember



A distant light shimmering

As one walk through the catacombs

Into the endless spheres

The rays enlightening the void of life



Echoing voices in the dark

Oh How the wounded cries

Twisted voices never fade

Resounding through eternity



No describing words

Into the endless spheres we float

Entranced by the beauty of the tormented spirits

By their grief touching my heart and soul