Yearning for days of yore in elysian daydreams Burn with a fatal gloss a confounding mirror of souls Dance with the winterwinds in thy visions so sanguine Glance upon Stygian streams where lies hidden a pale secrecy Hark... lures of the siren yearn for the days when blithe thou was Sworn to a secrecy an arcanum devotee Mourning a life with thee a descendance of watery argentine Trance of thy frailty endure the exsanguine Glance beyond closed eyelids the conundrum of all mysteries Crossing in life... my heart with silver in times... I'm weak too weak... Wan circling skies secretes... silvering sorrow Precious to me Aphelion Thou are the fields where we wither still Exhaust in thy waning world My Aphelion on a broken mirror where the veils of night and day seems as one
May thy lids gather again on a vast and frail crusade Invigoration of pain pervation this time Aphelion In decadence I take thee by the hand too frail... to gain the promised land too frail... to take your pain away too frail... a sequel of decay May milleniums gather on the mirage of desolated souls far between departure and sorrow I breed my afterthought In thy hours of vast dejection's haunt... wane An angel strays upon my door so frail and lost within To weep upon her days of yore my decadent come in Her stain and tears upon my floor the sorrow that she brings Devotion of a life outworn in decadence come in May thy lids desorb from emerald seas a pending solitary Though thy pain redeems, life it seems to be a fragile sanctuary