Behind the Curtains of Night - Phantasmagoria

A mental inner vortex

As possessions through a wolf's eye

Envisioning the eclipse

No longer to be blinded by a sunrise

In this final benediction

Confronted by mirage of imminent mortality

Time's set to end the suffering

So follow, i will cherish the secrecy of hearts

Chased by the black shepherds

Behind curtains of night

Been found as a tool in their seduction

Fatal haze

An escape into abomination

Perished to phasma

Asindrome of another aeon

Soul-obsequial inhesion

Resurged in torrents of abyssmal thoughts

Lost in a helix, blackest might

In stealth i do seek deliverance

In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia