1. Soulgiver

From the recording The Haunting of Mary Shelley


Soulgiver Dreamstealer Lifecrusher Deathmaker The shadowed window pane Offers a ghostly glimpse Into your paradise Of domestic bliss Where is my place in this? No hearth to call my own No home to rest my head I have no friend “We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wandering thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away It is the same; for, be it joy or sorrow The path of its departure still is free. Man’s yesterday may never be like his tomorrow, Naught may endure but mutability.” An endless wanderer Upon this land A Maker’s thoughtless touch Why am I so alone? You never stooped so low To chase away my fears To ease the banishment My tears must burn with rage