Admidst whispering spirits Chaotic madness conspires Seeping into light Poisoning the Seraphs Archangels lie torn now Carpenters have seased to rebuild Hopelorn infant weeps In a rain of bloodied feathers Haunted Imparted of greater sadness I find myself howling at the wind Forsaking that little left of light Across vast gravelands Past the burning metropolis Upon the plains of counsciousness Murdering elegies resound Grant me the strenght To have these voices bemuted Death to bring me silence End of the whispering