Allan

Poor puppets

That come and go

Allan Allan

Poor phantom

So strange and pale

Allan Allan

Hear your monotonous song

The night shivers

Allan Allan

Hear your heart tired

Of your lovings

Allan Allan

Some strange dreamings count my nights

From long journey where nothing lives

Some strange visions cover my forehead

All seeming dressed in a shadow

The strange taste of death

Grabs my body

Turns my soul drunk until the dawn

The strange Ligeia gets born in me

My entire being's coming to you

You pallid mask

You die tonight

Allan Allan

Mask turned crimson

From some dried blood

Allan Allan

Where is your fear of void from

These child's cryings

Who are the tears

Of your torments