Cold dew of a November dawn Awakens my lust For the exile from this life As I wander furled in fog and woe On the path to forgotten crypts Arrived to this tomb declined In solitude for all its time Moss and dampness adorn the spires Autumnal leaves share decay with debris As the rain starts to fall Gates and doorways I pass Faded paintings tell of loss Murble walls show carvings Of an afterlife denied I’m enraptured in decadence allure Still the passage to a vault below Is my way Relief comes from this acrid dark, thick air I breathe Catacombs out of time welcome me, my grief By dim gleams of a torch a subterrain I unveil A place of funerary halls Drenched in lugubrious peace A place for my soul to rest