I pace, alone. In a place for the dead. Overcome by woe. And here, I've grown. So fond of dread. That I swear it's heaven. . Oh sweet Mary,. Dressed in gray.
Sunset, expect. This to be your last with Our vast return. As Death is set. At three sixes where hill-beacons burn. . Darkness, undress. Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar.
"Archangel, Dark Angel. Lend me thy light. Through death's veil. Till we have Heaven in sight!". . "Archangel, Dark Angel. Lend me thy light. Through death's veil.
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall. Lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper. Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man.