Is it simply a kiss of carnal dreams?

What once a father to tender sleeplessness


The deviance of youthful whispering

A majesty to darkness, a visage... my kingdom?


My centuries laden with dead emotion

Timeless anguish beckons me

Into my sleep, the torments of dreamless kin

Give unto me a time for redemption


And even now beneath the multitude of stars


Am I to believe that I stand before god?

What pitiful illusion am I expected to see?

Shall I exist in my death, to believe in them?

As I destroy all you love, before your eyes


I bequeath unto thee my forever...


For time hath imprisoned me

Endowed with the wisdom of centuries

Yet the sorrow hath befallen me still

The chosen few are but to remain with me


United together within the stillness…

Of an age yet to come

My children of sadness, I welcome thee...

Into my arms forever