[Verse 1] Oh, Lysmera, your eyes are twilight’s tears, They shimmer soft where grief outlives the years. In Ariadne’s Woods, where fungi weep, You cradle shadows only you can keep. His knightly heart, a flame you swore to save, You drank too deep, and sent him to the grave. Your voice, a dirge, through misty thorns it sighs, What weight of woe behind your violet eyes? [Chorus] Lysmera, wraith of sorrow’s endless rain, His ghostly echo haunts the vine’s refrain. You broke the Rose, yet guilt’s a heavier chain, In starless grief, you whisper his lost name. Oh, Harvester, your hunger’s bitter toll, The tears you reap now drown your shattered soul. [Verse 2] Your gossamer, a shroud of dreams undone, It clings to flesh where mortal hopes have none. The Wilds’ embrace, a crypt of thorn and mist, Each sigh you steal, a scar upon your wrist. He was your love, his soul a beacon’s glow, You sipped his pain till death’s cold rivers flowed. His final breath, a wound you cannot flee, Its echo binds your heart eternally. [Chorus] Lysmera, wraith of sorrow’s endless rain, His ghostly echo haunts the vine’s refrain. You broke the Rose, yet guilt’s a heavier chain, In starless grief, you whisper his lost name. Oh, Harvester, your hunger’s bitter toll, The tears you reap now drown your shattered soul. [Bridge] The crowns of scarlet, yellow, blue ascend, They stir the Wilds where broken fates descend. But none so cruel as memory’s silent blade, His fading pulse, the price your heart has paid. You charm the lost with velvet grief’s embrace, Yet in your hymns, we trace his vanished face. Salanquis seeks to cage your wings once more, But none can bind the ghost behind your door. [Verse 3] Oh, Lysmera, your wings are ash and frost, They veil the love forevermore you’ve lost. Each mortal’s tear you gather, cold and deep, But his alone makes your own spirit weep. In gloom and thorn, you sing a requiem’s strain, Beneath the gaze of Yabon’s mournful wane. Will you atone, or let the darkness claim? His shadow lingers in your heart’s cold flame. [Chorus] Lysmera, wraith of sorrow’s endless rain, His ghostly echo haunts the vine’s refrain. You broke the Rose, yet guilt’s a heavier chain, In starless grief, you whisper his lost name. Oh, Harvester, your hunger’s bitter toll, The tears you reap now drown your shattered soul. [Outro] So weep, Lysmera, in the Wilds’ chill embrace, His love’s faint shade no time can e’er displace. In Ariadne’s depths, where sorrow’s roots abide, You’ll bear his loss till stars themselves have died.
