When Morning Never Returned

From towers of sleep , down coiled steps

I slowly descend , to my oneiric dungeons

Knowing that i walk to meet my shadow

And greet pure anguish , pure desecration

I reach an alcove lit by a strange moon

Where a familiar body lies on the ground

What secrets have brought me here ?

(only the breathing trees can know ...)

The crystal visions shatters into reflection of frozen blood

As the knife in my hand , reveals the final moment

(... in the forest , you will die ...)

And the dead rejoice with glee

For the night has bestowed their coldness in me !