Behind The Chapel Walls - Epicurean

The world alive, bathed in moonlight

As I walked past my grave in the fog

Observe her from lying beside the stone

And the letters she left in my name

Where I longed to speak the worst of my soul

I watch the tears that run down her face

Drop to the ground with ever knowing that

I crossed a wide ocean of change

Consumed by desperate despair all the way

Yet, despite every hallow remain

That I’ve gone through, the ghost is always you

Behind the chapel walls where my soul’s laid to rest

There within a moment I understood

I, the watcher just a silent silhouette behind the gates

By god, one day, help me forgive myself

Yet, despite every hallow remain

That I’ve gone through, the ghost is always you

She the conspirator will guide my hands and cleanse my soul

Though I have remained silent, the search is over and I let go

I will find the voice to describe all the horror inside my mind

With determination I’m just a servant to the silence, the silence I despise

Where in my heart beats a guiding voice?

A sullen hand to suffer my choice and now to decipher

The moments gone I finally understand my fate

And what has to come to be worth the pain

And ride the seas of change whatever I become

Like me for the moment her face is gone

Life’s lust, my only friend

No more the answer to force my own life to change

I crossed a wide ocean of change

Consumed by desperate despair all the way

Yet, despite every hallow remain

That I’ve gone through, the ghost is always you

Breathing, cause the movement when life is gone

Still the silent silhouette, may my search be over

And lend me to rest I felt the anguish in that movement

Discovering me but consequently give me tired soul to be separate