It is him Inviting though Pleas are living On their trust And now the Chosen children play Never to Lay rest Hand of the host Extending out Forming figures They who day dream wish Bodies often scarred From a thin lie Perfect in it Empty conception To be devoured By my lustful heart I am called by her Do as the wind Through the halls I am led Following I am led Why then know Each other's death? Here lies another This ancient myth Heart pressed to the bone Hurry anyone His lonely soul Fills the room Our memory lies broken Broken on the floor Cast their all into the bout Out and too alone they left her