Woorden:
Chalice Chronicles Of Dysphoria

Darkness stretch these realms that taint me On these sheets forever curled She who drew the light from shadows Never shall again be held... Spectre of

When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel's touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until

The night sky lights the fallen star To hold us in its grasp yet mock us from afar As cancer holds us all askew To mourn the dying now and start a life