Down ever-turning spiral

For a call I meant to heed

The air is stale and the ground sighs deep

Souls of the eternal brooding gloom

Start to scream

As the walls start to bleed

Everything that is falls apart

The shimmer of illusion, removed

And before my feet, an abyss!

Summoning

The shadows come alive

Creeping forth, from the deepest sense of solitude

Watched by a thousand eyes

Dragged down to the bottom of despair

Angels' trumpet sings with the Devil's horn

Between two worlds, the Dhampir is born

I have stopped

Frozen in the staircasе

Deep below the earth, whеre nothing grows

These stagnant walls of mold and stone

Trying to forestall the passage of time

This somber hole, where death is all

The shadows come alive

Creeping forth, from the deepest sense of solitude

Watched by a thousand eyes

Dragged down to the bottom of despair

Angels' trumpet sings with the Devil's horn

Between two worlds, the Dhampir is born

The time has come to go on

Alone

So, I slowly turn and start to climb backwards

To become

I'm coming back

To the moonlight

To all dreams profound

Reaching out for the firmament

To dance on unhallowed ground

Under the stars

My will be my very own wings and carrier

To mount the walls of deliria

And I bear them

The voices of the dead

They cry

Gods of death, I invite you in

To reveal which path is hollow

And break my heart

Grief, cleanse me! I am destroyed!

But also ever so whole through gifts you bestow

Clear inner vision of the art of letting go

Somber night

An abyss gaping wide without end

Great halls of absent light

Deep below the earth

I died and was born again

From the deep, they rise

Revenants, angels turned to devils

Blessings turned to plague

Death comes slow under the guise of hope

Dragging you down to their grave

Woeful specters

Feeding on your spleen eats away at your soul

Ever gnawing at your bones

So fly! Transform! Become! Transcend!

The somber night

An abyss gaping wide without end

Great halls of absent light

Deep below the earth

I died and was born again

Winds, fill my wings

O mighty spirits! Arise!

Rush through me, phantoms of the deep

The harvest scythe returned and went away

Faster, rising up the spiral to the nightly abode

A pathway is formed

A way through

Night fades to dawn

But dreams never end

Sorrows blown away by the winds

And from this tomb to the sky

I ascend

Never to return again