Through the mist
Silver light
Silent trees entice
Into the night
Glowing eyes
Heavy breath
Nothing stirs
Echoing footsteps
Come with me
Sweetly smell
Ghostly hands emerging
From the veil
Thorny path
Epitaph
Sticking needles
A quiet wrath
Scattered bones
No one knows
No one knows, no one
Nobody knows
Glimmering
In the dark
Be complacent
And fall apart
Not a sight
Not a sound
But feeling is
All around
Drift into
Murky pools
Let it go
Death is for the fools
In the gloom
See her face
Weaving loom
A sordid holy place
And it calls
Through its teeth
A hunger that never sleeps
Hear it call
Through its teeth
A hunger that never sleeps

INVIA LE CORREZIONI