Phantom fingers of the twilight's breath,
caressing the bane of my paranoia...

Silhouette of broken fragility,
hides in the silent whisper of the night...

While I descend in quiet miseries,
the night confined me in solitary guilt...

We're lost in tumult of mixed beliefs by,
fairytales and urban legendes unfold...

The blatant sun shed it's hollow light,
igniting burnt stars and sleeping skies...

The words trapped in my eyes,
if only you could read my pain...

Tear apart my soul,
tears frozen as ice...

Burn my soul,
above the hands of death...

White tangled vines,
claw at her grave...

Wrap me in your wings,
scar me with your nails...

Die slay,
watch me...

In the graveyard,
of mist and stone...