From my watchful spirit

Cries the final spell

To summon a new creation

Molded by my will

I the last remnant ghost

Tend the gardens black

Bearer of the manuscript

My sorrow is emmense


For one fleeting momment

A spark of crimson grew

Within this barren realm

My ghostly eyes did see

Overwhelmed by the misery

I gave this fatal try

I cannot but should I fail

A ritual death to die


In nomine




Of forbidden



For once the forbidden

Ritual songs were sung

I the last observer of

Into the abyss was flung

No more was existence

For I had took it there

My abscence stays nothingness

For eons' infinity