You're Memory Is Slowly Fading And Soon I Won't Be Able To See You At All

Ego te semper pati volui

No One Ever Gets Used to Nightmares

The small quintet played malignant, discordant tones as the conductor opened The Book of Common Dread, opening the gate to the lower realm and ushering the audience into oblivion.

August Ethereal

In the Chambers of my Mind, Echoes Slip Away

Peace Behind The Veil

Tonight the sky is painted 
a different shade of red
My eyes are of crimson
Our heart is a tomb (aflame)

Your shade haunts my mirror
Lurking in the foreground
I invited you in
but you were always there (never letting me go)

Separate this vision and make me forget
Stab me in the heart and make it all stop
For I am so conflicted, yet not surprised at all
By how things move on as if they never mattered at all

As a child, I could always tell
Your dread drew me in
just so I would notice you
Because you (we) needed it to

As time and memory fades
Nothing lasts. Everyone leaves
Or did you drive them all away
Did we lead them all astray

Incinerate this vision and make me forget
Stab me in the heart and make it all stop
For I am so conflicted, yet not surprised at all
By how things move on because they never mattered at all

My Eyes Are Of Crimson And My Heart Is Your Tomb

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

A Vast Shimmer