dwelling within the shadow palace; crumbling and mumbling
after death, we the dead came here to these gloomy ruins
rivers too dark to see out and too deep to swim in; I’ll walk instead
kings would never come here. . . yet I see crowns upon corpses
Desperate, I will crawl, waiting for so long…no love…there is no love…die for anyone…what have I become?
swear I saw an angel flying above us. . . away from this dark place
only the doomed and the damned come here; why would she?
upon our thorny-throne sits our own Dark Lord; the only
lord we pray to. . . for who else can hear our prayers from here?
so many times we’ve died in this place. . . will no one come save us?