I hear their voices
One thousand voices
Whispering in my ears
Pulling me to madness
To the verge
To death
Liberated by candles
And burnt herbs
I escape to never return
To be the master
Not the servant
I roam between hidden ruins
Through nights of endless vigil
I belong to no place
To no era
I live in the past and the present
Banished from time
I'm a timeless spectere
I am one with the dark energies
Gathered in the shadows of time