Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron

How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone

How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of those bereaved

Funereal our lust, through an eternity conceived



This grim fa§ade of misery we never chose to share

Do not the spineless crumble when their backbone isn't there?

Tomorrow they will rise to find these remnants on the dew

And realize with downcast eyes the guilt they never knew



The dawn shall bring what lies beyond the shadows of our dreams

An end to misconceptions through a tragedy it seems

Alone we strive to greet the night as fates' benign embrace

Seduces from a sanctuary beyond the life we face

A love to curse this loveless earth, a weakness in a portal

To humankind we bid farewell and thus retreat ... immortal