The sounds of my steps
Echo throughout the vaults,
Dim and melancholic,
Deep and extensive,
I stumble, purposeless
Wandering from place to place,
As a bridal veil
Would caress the face of beloved,
Fog seeps in, slowly,
Envelops my being,
Revealing what lies ahead
In only mere increments,
Hiding from me the world,
I long desire to see,
It brings me comfort, ignorant bliss,
Obscuring future troubles,
Grasping at my person,
As a wanting lover,
Yet I yearn for freedom,
To do what must be done,
In only mere increments,
Hiding from me the world,
I long desire to see,
It brings me comfort, ignorant bliss,
Obscuring future troubles,
Grasping at my person,
As a wanting lover,
Yet I yearn for freedom,
To do what must be done,
To fulfill a purpose long hidden,
Yet the mist brings me safety
Keeping me from pain and hurt
That the vaults display,
From the whispers; the black wind,
Prejudging eyes and searing light,
I continue my trek, clothed
In my fine cloak of mist
Yet the mist brings me safety
Keeping me from pain and hurt
That the vaults display,
From the whispers; the black wind,
Prejudging eyes and searing light,
I continue my trek, clothed
In my fine cloak of mist
Accopanying music: credits in the vidlink
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