Glades of Gloom

Gloomy Lure

Glades of Gloom


Fever and bliss 
Passion and pain 
Are feeding the daemon 
That lives in my heart 
This daemon becomes me 
Every night 
This creature in myself 
Is showing me might 

Secrets of darkness 
Beauty of night 
Black is the season 
Of the night-walking man 
The daemon becomes me 
Ever at night 

A nascent storm 
Evoked by my magic 
Spat the light 
And bring the spread of shadows 
Now he is me, now I am him 
My soul is free 
To see the lure of darkness 

Thirsting for the water 
I found the taste of blood 
Looking for the beauty 
I saw the face of death 
Enchanted by the evil 
I found myself in this... 

...Gloomy Lure...