What’s the point of fighting when there’s nothing to save? Darling cry for me!
I’m not the one to give up on you now. I must say a sunny day helps to push the memories away.
My Annabel, shaking her gently, I wonder why her flesh has the chill of virgin snow. Home to the soulless. Lies a place that the damned call home.
I feel strangely compelled to recount this one to my love, but caution must be obeyed on an island of the decayed.
We are the crucified, we are the virtuous, we are the damned, this is our nightmare, let’s pray we never fall asleep.
There’s nowhere to hide, this is where I’ll die! My God, why!?
A place where the virtuous hide in fear. Imprisoned beneath the world where the soulless dwell.
My eyes open wide as I wake, panting, some say that dreams have deeper meaning, they are cries from our subconscious.
My thoughts are disrupted as reality hits me like a bold of lightning and I scream.
But where am I?
A place where the sun is silent.