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He walks where refuge used to loom

Through catacombs of pallid gloom

A mourning cloak upon his frame

No Choir, No soul, No name

A moonlit chapel

A stained glass of sorrow

A forlorn of dread

The wanderer walks where hope has fled

His shadow stretched through sable halls

Where candlelight on ruin falls

A yearning carved in cryptic dust

To find the rose, and break the trust

A moonlit chapel

A stained glass of sorrow

A forlorn of dread

The wanderer walks where hope has fled

A moonlit chapel

A stained glass of sorrow

A forlorn of dread

The wanderer walks where hope has fled