Deep, Dark, and cold
a blue in my fallen soul...

Do you remember the day
that you met me so long ago...

Do you hear him as he tells his story?
Do you hear the birds as they speak his name...

Drip, drop, hot dark blots
People look as sorrow talks...

Death leaks it foggy veil
against the midnight's deep black gale...

Fallen, fallen, is Insanity the great
millions cry as he wakes...

Silver glints in golden mist
upon the wings of pixies wisps...

I dream about the sight of your eyes
how you must have looked in the night...

Twas death not life
that took its form...

I sit here saying goodbye
why is it that I have this feeling inside...

Twenty Lichs broken in body and soul
were brought to gather in a blinding fold...

So I am dieing on the inside
apart of me knows...