Immersed I am, the ripples of this dark night,
Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Silhouetted images, the trick of light,
Conscience it is or past in disguise?
Love’s spirit creeps from night’s grave,
Broken promises pierce the soul within,
Time never stops for our cries, and crave,
Rosary of life, our words, our sins
I, a puppet in shadows and veils,
In kingdom of sadness, a wanderer insane,
Silent observer of the shades frail,
Screaming, dying, in memories, enchained.
Night’s apparition dies in castle of spirits
Scaffold my dreams, passions unnamed.
Lost I am, Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Ripples of this dark night, or past in disguise?
