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The burden of years with its grief,

Darkness and cold falls heavily over me

When I think how frail and tired I am

An elegy for the haunting,

An elegy for the damned

Withered, expired, forgotten

...and gone...

In this battle I fail day after day

In vain I look for peace or respite

I can't escape for every hour I feel

How time runs more and more against me

Crimson shades fade to grey

Hosted by the black choir of evil spirits

The haunted esplored their human fear

For wisdom created the spiteful and dread

The haunting,

they crawled their march for revenge

Enlightened, not saved

Their name was written

In the gloom of the crypt

Arcane or spectral, beloved yet feared

The gate to the crypt is the key to the end

No-one resisted and no-one resists

The curse of the crypt

The paramour of evil instincts...

The paramour of evil became...

Like worms thay dig their way

To the nightside of Utopia

Enslaved to morbid lust

Astray in the desert of time

To become...

To become...

Crimson shades fade to grey...