Some time ago, lied a cemetary dwelling on an old indian trail.
Little did people know, what haunting memories of past love ones
lay dormant.
Due to their unusual spiritual power
these lost souls are forever in torment.
The year is 1888.
and an unusual occurence is about to begin.
Something that's way beyond this world,
For it seems to never end...
This spiritual world which noone understands..
Dusk settles in,
A full moon rises above the cemetary's ominous trees
The wind, howling like a pair of wolves
Echoing throughout the darkness..
Vast, patches of fog slowly emerge from the graves
With it, comes a fowl patch of cold air,
Brisk and breezy, it'll give you a thrill
you won't want to miss..
These are souls haunted by torment and pleasure
They reveal themselves to this deity forever...
For it is the food of thy spirit
I am forever trapped
in this plane of unconsciousness
with no path to the light,
I am in Eternal Darkness...