Forsaken
She stalks through the night
Hunted
by the wolves and their blight
Sorcery
Powers of darkness unite
Tarnished
Stricken by grief of the light
Darkness reborn
Salvation murdered,she runs from their god
Marked by fools as they maraud
She's left to the plight
Of exile into the rite
Crowned no more
Alone on the cosmos black shore
Eternity, forever they hunt for the w****
And always they hunt evermore
Exile, a sojourn to darker lands
A journey, to the tall stone tower
Wicked, the power within, these hands
Graceful the will for revenge, devour
She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and Starry Skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies
One shade the Moore, No sun the less
Had half impaired the shrouding of grace
Witch cries in every raven Thrace
Or darkly shadows line her face
Where thoughts turmoil of sweet express,
How impure, how dear their dwelling-place
She lay in the abyss a place of scourge
The sounds were dead where the tides converge
The moon her mistress never expired before
The winds were withered across the stagnant moors
She stalks through the night
Hunted
by the wolves and their blight
Sorcery
Powers of darkness unite
Tarnished
Stricken by grief of the light
Darkness reborn
Salvation murdered,she runs from their god
Marked by fools as they maraud
She's left to the plight
Of exile into the rite
Crowned no more
Alone on the cosmos black shore
Eternity, forever they hunt for the w****
And always they hunt evermore
Exile, a sojourn to darker lands
A journey, to the tall stone tower
Wicked, the power within, these hands
Graceful the will for revenge, devour
She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and Starry Skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies
One shade the Moore, No sun the less
Had half impaired the shrouding of grace
Witch cries in every raven Thrace
Or darkly shadows line her face
Where thoughts turmoil of sweet express,
How impure, how dear their dwelling-place
She lay in the abyss a place of scourge
The sounds were dead where the tides converge
The moon her mistress never expired before
The winds were withered across the stagnant moors