As drakness rolls in
Bitter drops of sin
Wetening my appetite
I’m on a verge within
Beyond the clustered star-gulfs
Where emptiness grow so deep
The plagues of time on a hill
Of past lives grow so steep
Within this twisted ralm of mine
Illusions and wasted times
Flase laughter
broken rafter
Of a church of tall tales
Where dreams are broken
body scarred
Demons woken
Homeless forgoten
Falling withon life souls