Ghost in the Monastery - Whispering Woods

In the mist

Of the night

Stands a figure

Born of light.

Under moon’s

Pale glow

Casts a shadow

In the meadow

Freezing heart

Brakes down to die.

Beware

Of the

Lightness

Within

Come to me

Take my soul

For I will be

Darken cold.

Down below

Under stars

Sun will die

All shattered

Nothing left

In the night

But the figure

Born of light.

In the shadows

Of the mind

Stands a figure

With cold sight.

Whispering tales

Of the past

Neverending

Silent craving

Freezing heart

Brakes down to die.

Beware

Of the

Darkness

Within

Come to me

Take my soul

For I will be

Darken cold.

Down below

Under stars

Sun will die

All shattered

Nothing left

In the night

But the figure

Born of light.