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

Hark... lures of the siren

Yearn for the days when blithe thou was

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