Chalice of aeons

It's getting dark it's so alluring
Phantasmagoria's bliss dances in my sleep
Liquid so cold in abeyance I drink
Absinthe in the chalice will redeem the aeons

And after dark I fell the unspoken sympathy
Do I have to knell is this all for me

Banes on my paths are dancing nearby
They're dragging on in filth and dust
I'm going blind I'm dying slow
With red blindfold I bear my pain once more

And after dark I fell the unspoken sympathy
Do I have to knell is this all for me

The sweetest pleasure of the morning sun
Has become into solemn amber burial

Thousands years of suffering
Thousands years of yearning
Neverending silence
But eternal dreaming