In this prelude to decay
A spellbinding symphony of death will play
A charming sound of silent tombs
That gnaw away seductive glooms.
Profound and thrilling ancient whispers
Guide along to infinite sisters
Who hold the grimest strings of life
Enigmatic in hopefull sprife.
Trembling under beastly demands
While enduring waves of raging sands
That sweet oblivion drawing near
Beckoning away all fear.
A silent darkness with silken embrace
Of endless release and final erase
A gift from the innocent child who rules
Angelic creations of beloved tools.