Who am I? Why an I? This makes no sense, I must have closure Do I live? Have I died? This senseless feeling covers over What I am, what I've done All I've known, what I've become I can't recall a thing from past Just fog and distant braying in the dark As I wander through forgotten planes Of intrigue and remorse A sorrow grips my tortured voice Impained from this discourse Lamenting shades of ancient grey Enveloping my soul Discovering the darker sin Within my mind's control Unravelling my septic will This fog of fury past Proceeds without so much respect To tear my smokescreen sanctuary apart Cold winds blow through twisted trees Gnarled limbs claw desperately Towards an unyielding night sky And still I wander Thoughtlessly devoid through And hopelessly lost in despair There is nothing, I am nothing I need nothing but to understand These roads, they say, aren't safe to travel Enwreathed in fog by day The restless spirit wanders nightly Cursed and left asunder Frightening apparitions Haunting prelibations Damning, occult fascinations Dangerous affiliations Be wary Denouncing convictions and claiming no threat How little this means in complete retrospect Yet the tolling of bells from an unknown position Betrays all hope of refuge from boundless suspicion This is all that's left of me Those I find, the ones that dare To penetrate the forest air In luring through seductive flair I'll take them From pasts unknown, as is my own I care not to pursue, their only worth to me Is in their wisdom still I'll take them To my nightmare world, my endless dream My frightening realm of fog and screams Where terrors mount and horrors breed In skinless, rotting corpse strewn heaths They will hep me understand You will help me understand