The veil of night falls, dark and deep, while the in the heart light of day of gold keep. Tough day departs, hues decay, the heart did not lose has not lost sway. Weaves a web, cruel lord, a silent thing, a black fortress, its horrible choir does sing. Yet a spark nearby in hiding slumbers, alone it will burn through and destroy the darkness. From the darkness, a stone shadow is born, a comet's soul, a dream forlorn. Clear bright even in the soul the song opens evens From oblivion, the cold rises a chill shadow embraces stone walls. Fate engraves its law upon the stars. On the tablet, a nail scratches scars. A melody wind sings cold strength grows, secrets unveiled. The past sleeps, hope lives, It nurtures it, gently, love it gives. In the kingdom of shadows, fear holds sway, a cold past feeds only dust today. From memory's ruins, where sorrow lies concealed, emerges a memory, a heart unconquered revealed.
