Chapel of Burning - Solitude Aeturnus

«Alive here be another’s choice

I return the gift to my maker

Relinquish the pain

Of the intimate stranger

Sing with golden tongue

For my brother’s eternal rest

He was me and I was he

In these halls of sorrow

In this chapel of burning

Whisper to me

Worn out memories burn

He’s calling to me again

Like a passing friend

bowing at my window

In this chapel I burn

My soul’s true dark home

Beckoning endless tears