Somnambulant through the gates.
A presence watches and waits.
Once you enter your delusion you cannot escape.
Time has grown too late, to change this twist of fate.
There's no turning back once you crossed through you gates.
Spirits whisper and call. Narrow grow the halls.
Apparitions gather before you, as the leaves of autumn fall.
Waking life begins to vareigate. Reality is seen in caligionous shade. Lost
souls begin to dissapate.
Spirits awaken, this dimension will fade away.
You haunt the world with your soul, you peer into the static inbetween.
Watching from the other side.
Watching form your dream.
You remain in purgatory, in the darkness you scream.
You dont know that you died, now awaken from your sleep.
Peering through the mirror watching from the other side, starring thorugh the
glass. A maruader trapped inside.
Confronted by your worst fear, and shattering glass of violence.
A black silouette appears with a broken moment of silence.
Ravens perched on your headstone, eyes glowing in the wind.
When the phantom spectres dance, a fall season begins.