The Epitaph

...so pale are the traces 'neath moonlight triumphant, 
I glide through the fog in noctambulant fever, 
Lifebridges contort as I yield to the shiver 
Of phantasmagoric oblivion rites – 

Yet I'll suffer it all, 
I follow my mourning procession (unseen), 
Like a Stygian wraith 
I sink in the waters of death 
On the edge of the worlds... 

And will my soul be doomed to flames 
Or be allowed to Eden fields – 
I shall deny 
All chance to rest (in peace), 

Confined to no mortal frame, 
My hatred's nevermore concealed, 
Revenge is nigh, 
I start the bloody mass. 

Eye for an eye – 
Till your heart stops the hopeless staccato... 
Try to run for your life – 
I'll be there with the last ray of light... 
Let me kiss you when you suffocate! 

I am a curse once laid upon, 
I am a precipice onwards, 
I'm an exile of the two worlds, 
I'm neither perished nor reborn, 
The rotten veil of death unfolds 
Depriving me of afterlife, 
As lust for retribution burns 
In frozen shadows I revive! 

And you'll suffer my pain! 
Behold me – I'll smile from the darkness 
Till you go insane... 
I like it when you are afraid – 
So be endless the game! 

...and be hollow my grave.