I hear their voices One thousand voices Whispering in my ears Pulling me to madness To the verge To death Liberated by candles And burnt herbs I escape to never return To be the master Not the servant I roam between hidden ruins Through nights of endless vigil I belong to no place To no era I live in the past and the present Banished from time I'm a timeless spectere I am one with the dark energies Gathered in the shadows of time