And thus the Mournful Bell tolleth for Me.
For it was, as I knew, Time to See.
Vanity of Her Smile and Skin.
How strange it is.
To gain from a Void.
Utter Desolation well known.
During my Journeys.
A Decomposing Warrior, A Steadfast Will.
Some are to be Saved, some to remain Ill.
I was one of the Rebels in Zenith.
The One who did the Dawn lit.
Oh how mournful does the wind cry.
Caressing the Strings of Desolation.
And Relentless Snow eviscerate Thy,
Vague Reflection of Salvation.