There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms lost. May these moments under the moon be eternal. The Burning Shadows of Silence Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the silent shadows. As the sky goes from dark to black ice cold whispers burns my skin. A moon, a bloodred full moonlights my black hearts night.
Lightning cracks the sky and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms arise.
Into the silent shadows I crawl, upon the throne so cold, atmosphere of melancholy. Into the silent shadows. The heaves are lit by the stars where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid. They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself. Reflected in the deepless lakes they are drowning in black elements.