Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony

Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
 Let the cold blood flow on it's own...
 Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
 Long forgotten...
 From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
 These ebon halls are always dark...
 From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
 As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
 As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
 No corridors of life and beauty
 These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
 Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
 These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
 A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
 Hear this call...
 Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
 Whispers...
 As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
 As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
 No corridors of life and beauty
 No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
 It was the light's end
 [Music by Haughm (12/97 - 2/98)]