Sanctuary (Immortal Dusk)
Summoning fears and betrays
Calling blasphemies to the gleam of the grudge
Praying to them
Not to take me home
Nights are meant to be the clairvoyant
In my path to hell
By the hand of the bait
Recklessly guided to a heinous end
Thus, this is poignant of my part
I am overwhelmed
Why?
I only could hear the requiems of others
My dream do not want to end
The palaver of the unwise
Just a paramour mutter of death
...How does it darken dastardly
...My immortal dusk?