When Morning Never Returned

Krohm

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From towers of sleep , down coiled steps
I slowly descend , to my oneiric dungeons
Knowing that i walk to meet my shadow
And greet pure anguish , pure desecration
I reach an alcove lit by a strange moon
Where a familiar body lies on the ground
What secrets have brought me here ?
(only the breathing trees can know ...)
The crystal visions shatters into reflection of frozen blood
As the knife in my hand , reveals the final moment
(... in the forest , you will die ...)
And the dead rejoice with glee
For the night has bestowed their coldness in me !