[Reflections Of The Wanderer/The Pa**ing Of The Newborn God] I am come into these celestial lands; the dreaded journey is at an end Time has pa**ed, ages gone and lost, and the wandered returns to his home within the dead sky, to behold as, at the starlit dawn, Lucifer, the morning star, welcomes the Moon and Sun to return The night is pa**ed and I am as the last shadows to dwell underneath the foliage of the mighty Oaks and the boughs of the Elms of old Evanescent, Everfading are my lays and all that I have achieved And how could blind eyes see the grandeur, deaf ears hearken the sound? To such senses does my life ring unto and all the waves I leave behind Wearied I am, with all hope long departed, all zest long gone Where could I go ere I fade? Wither could the starborne paths ever take me that I would find more, to find nothingness, the true existence of All
Alike my Goddess, one with pain and sorrow, one with joy and ardour, hands joined in a union of strangers, we walk onwards, yet our horizon is bleak, sundered and bloody Evanescent, Everfading are the autumntide colours that bleed upon us Like a wailing wind the maidens of Fall awaken from their sleep And the night remembers I walked on the shore of the flaming sea and dreamt upon the sands of burning sorrow Soon they are gone, with only show to usher us into the sleep of the eternal Winternight that is yet to come O Winterwind, will you caress me? Your somber songs are like dreams that pa** oh so swiftly, dead dreams, the hollow sky I am one with the thousand sagas of the crimson age, I am one with the songs of the whirling, now dying season, I am Evanescent, Everfading.