Across the Nival Grove
Ebony ravens shall drown the sky
Above the nival grove, they fly
The howl of the wolves is a stormy caress
When haunting nights shall effloresce

Ossiferous walls, we fortify
The confines of our minds; petrify
Beneath our exigency
Sunset
Is the lake in which we convalesce

Cracked and fallow, wandering amidst the forlorn tombs
Cloaked within the ever-dreary gloom that they thus exude

Her echoing laments suffused within my chasmal veins
They permeate this deeper silence where I am enchained

Beneath the limbs of an ancient oak, entwined in her embrace—
The arboreal haven chokes and drowns in bitter rain

And so I haunt the forest trails that we had once called home
Eternal dreams belie the moon-washed woods where I repose
And the willows of death shall consume
Open this blossoming wound
As titanic upheavals exhume
Stay with me, fall to ruin

And the willows of death shall consume
In the shadow of blood, moss, and roots
In the dew-streaked forest, you seduced
Stay with me, fall to ruin

O harvest moon, sing a song of despair
And illuminate my lifeless pallor
In the clearing where my rotting bones shall remain

From my wrists to the riverbed
To flow and dance as crimson streams
Invoking the omniscient pantheon of night