I Tread Softly On The Silver Stars That Light My Dreams, Knowing Not The Way But Choosing The Right Paths, Guided By The Ancient Knowledge That Rests Within These Glorious Epitaphs. The Sounds Of Long Forgotten Joy Echo With The Midnight Bells, Snow Covered Archways Glitter In The Softly Falling Lights, A Lonely Heart Rests Soundly On The Memories Of Countless Starlit Nights. Eternal As Our Wishes For Forgivness, Such Is The Sadness In These Glorious Epitaphs. Tall Figures Of The Ones Who Passed Beyond Stand Silent, And Mark The Ways Adorned With Silk And Lace, A Silhouette Has Passed In Through The Entryway And Laid Its Head Down In Its Final Resting Place...
