[Nytefoll]

*In the moonlit night a beautiful yet tragic voice travels on the mist thru hlint. As you walk in its direction it become slightly louder and more clear. Turning the corner a dark figure is seen in the grave yard, sitting curled against the largest grave stone. His fingers graze in the grass and his voice haunts the crypts.*


I am lost in this dark sanctum
There's no way back now
It pulls me down for eternity
And death would be so sweet
Possessed by the ancient figure
Who has plotted
To take my soul
Too late for me
In my hands
It lies I thought
But I failed
Now he's in me

My soul is lost
In his dark sactum

I'm gone