SHROUDED IN SHADOW

In this hole, called the abyss
Is a man
Of the dark caress.
Wickedness runs in his veins,
Polluting
All there is to gain.

He is damned, suffer alone
In his core
And inside his bones.
Just a ghost among the droves,
Tormented
By the touch of love.

He can still see her face after a thousand years
(She forges a path through the age.)
Shrouded in the shadows of his greatest fears
(A tide of passion quenches the rage again.)
The rock upon the shore to break the waves
And the first rays of light to bring a new day.

Wallows in his settled shroud.
He is lost
Nothing to be found.
Winter chill stills the mourn
Lost, he is
The King of the Thorns.

He can still see her face after a thousand years
(She forges a path through the age.)
Shrouded in the shadows of his greatest fears
(A tide of passion quenches the rage again.)
The rock upon the shore to break the waves
And the first rays of light to bring a new day.

Stuck between day and night,
The hour in which the Phoenix takes flight.
The siren bathing in the streams,
She is the beauty that haunts his dreams.

The earth wailed at her demise
Angelic
Grace sent to the skies.
Now unleash the beast
A wolf set
Loose upon the sheep.

He can still see her face after a thousand years
(She forges a path through the age.)
Shrouded in the shadows of his greatest fears
(A tide of passion quenches the rage again.)
The rock upon the shore to break the waves
And the first rays of light to bring a new day.