Anathema Shroud Of Frost
Undying odyssey..... a myriad of times The soul has seen Through eyes of heaven The imperium of earth Nothing left to perceive Help me to escape from this existence I yearn for an answer... can you help me ? I¹m drowning in a sea of abused visions and shattered dreams In somnolent illusion... I¹m paralysed Infinity distraction...... A pious human disorder Blind to passage of souls Conclusion from one remembrance Help me to escape..... Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no-one is here. Detached from reality, in the knowing of dreams, we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty room. We awake and it¹s true. I dreamt of the sun¹s demise, awoke to a bleak morning. In the emptiness I beheld face for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be..... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room despondently watching the passing of a kindred spirit... and there is no song... just a delusion of silence.