Pale lights calling to me, Speaking to my misery. Lost in the dark and unknown Lead me to a perpetual home. Deep in the dismal dark, A faint, flickering spark. As ghosts swim through the water, I wade through the marshes. Willothewisp dancing in the dark, Made of mist she is the dark! A noose chokes me, yet no ropes hang me. Im led in shackles, yet no chains hold me. As night is approaching, A blood moon is rising All hallows eve. Emerging from waters, Calm and beguiling Oh beautiful one! As flesh turns to ash, A smile to anger Life to death. Ensnared by the beauty Of a mystical night, You walk to your demise. I walk through the veil of dreams. I drift away, Dreams of death and filthy lust. My soul decays, Eaten by disloyal trust. She haunts my dreams, She walks through my soul.
dark, walk, willothewisp, disloyal, beguiling