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Poison awaits when you kiss her
Her heart cries out for you, for me
Untold misery is hers to serve
out for eternity
Out cold. Mankind will stay
forevermore if she gets her way
She can’t help it. It’s her curse
To sing your pain in her own verse

She is the dark
The nightmares you hide
The pain you feel
The suffering inside
Though she was like you
Through her dark past
But now, the conqueror
Her choirs vast
Oh, please forgive her
As mankind dies
As angels weep
And heaven cries

[Taken from ‘She is the Dark’ by Artist: ‘My Dying Bride’]

For in and out, above, about, below,
‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play’ d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

Edward Fitzgerald (1859)

.. And thát I am, a phantom. Nothing more .. nothing less. Elf (2008)

I am The Ancient, I am The Land.
My beginnings are lost in the darkness of the past.
I am not dead. Nor am I alive.
I am undead, forever.