Thou
The Devils of Trust Steal the Souls of the Free
Harbor the fundamental secret locked within the vault of longing
Yearning, ever yearning, for the emblems of desire
Solemn is the mood subdued in its own pathos
Retreat inside the eye
Those nebulous bonds, chords forged through all the years
Have grown insubstantial
Ethereal symphony lost
Solemn is the mood subdued in its own pathos
Retreat inside the eye
Reach out and find nothing