Oh, spectre born of greed and fear;
A mockery of love.
Your gaze, devoid of light:
Reflections from above.
Across ghostly lands you travel,
Through sorrow and through wrath,
Trapped in the coils of time,
You shall never have a path.
For where if your burden,
And where is your kin?
The pulses of the sun,
Are now only legend.
Trapped in eternal night,
Accursed a lonely wight.
On your cheeks, frozen tears.
Chained to immortal years...
Waning starlight gleams,
Over your endless throes,
I forgotten kingdoms, How dimly they glow.
The curtain of the night,
Drowned the world,
No glorious light,
Darkness eternal!
Inheritance - the ghost of empires!
Descendant of all tombs!
Forever wandering,
Lord of a dead throne!
God of an empty church,
Cleric of extinct prayers!
An eternal eidolon,
Beyond the death of the sun!
You shall never have a path...

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