The lakes that endlessly outspread the vastest waters, lone and dead. The dismal, darkened pools, were dwell—darker still—the Ghouls. By each turn, the most unholy. ‘Round each bend, sadness… only. Shrouded forms, that start and sigh, as they pass each one who wanderers by… only shadows to the naked eye. Only shadows to the naked eye. The lakes that endlessly outspread the vastest waters, lone and dead. Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Dream-Land "