The autumn sun is restrained to wither As the winter assumes with its pale pride The last of life is smothered Only the remembrance of a season's departure is left behind As a ghastly hand sweeps the landscape The eternal conquering of seasons And deprivement of beauty and life The sun is restrained to wither Only to perish into the twilight of seasons An eternal eclipse between phases of conquering. (Gather In Me No More) This penetrating pain arousing from its sleep This pallid flesh hiding in shades These hollow orbits watering the ground. Frantic ghouls Lurking in my shadow Reptiles Crawling under my skin Temptations Swansong from the tarn Cold caresses Of a quivering shroud The phasma Cradling me in its arms Its wormwood tongue Rasping my face. Flee from me Spirits of ferocity And open the gates Of this limbo Come to me Bringer of joy And disembody My pain Hinder the inflow Of figments Let them Gather in me no more Stop the bleeding Heal my wounds Melt the frost in my veins Dissolve the sickened - red haze Round me And stop the toll of the knell