The epitaph

...so pale are the traces 'neath moonlight triumphant,
I glide through the fog in noctambulant fever,
Lifebridges contort as I yield to the shiver
Of phantasmagoric oblivion rites

Yet I'll suffer it all,
I follow my mourning procession (unseen),
Like a Stygian wraith
I sink in the waters of death
On the edge of the worlds...

And will my soul be doomed to flames
Or be allowed to Eden fields
I shall deny
All chance to rest (in peace),

Confined to no mortal frame,
My hatred's nevermore concealed,
Revenge is nigh,
I start the bloody mass.

Eye for an eye
Till your heart stops the hopeless staccato...
Try to run for your life
I'll be there with the last ray of light...
Let me kiss you when you suffocate!

I am a curse once laid upon,
I am a precipice onwards,
I'm an exile of the two worlds,
I'm neither perished nor reborn,
The rotten veil of death unfolds
Depriving me of afterlife,
As lust for retribution burns
In frozen shadows I revive!

And you'll suffer my pain!
Behold me – I'll smile from the darkness
Till you go insane...
I like it when you are afraid
So be endless the game!

...and be hollow my grave.