Penitent The Endless Spheres
I walk among the withered graves Through the corridors of time Halls cast in iron and stone. I speak through the darkness of my soul, I see a flame flickering in a distant corner Like the beacon among the stars, upon the nightblue sky Far away on tracks unveiled Beyond the treasures of history Whispering to me... as the wind among the trees With the tone of the soft, complaining flute Thine eyes mirrored in chaos Exposing thy very self In the night I shall come to you An image by your thoughts created. A child born in thy mind Created by the illusions of life So far away from reality All are forsaken Take a step through the mirrored halls The corridors of time. Voices echoing From the walls screaming Telling tales lost in time Tormention in ages we dimly remember A distant light shimmering As one walk through the catacombs Into the endless spheres The rays enlightening the void of life Echoing voices in the dark Oh How the wounded cries Twisted voices never fade Resounding through eternity No describing words Into the endless spheres we float Entranced by the beauty of the tormented spirits By their grief touching my heart and soul
