WAMPYRIC SOLITUDE “Carpathian Melancholy”


Dungeons Deep Records

These centuries of loss
hang like a funeral shroud
upon my weary soul.
There’s nothing left of me,
a phantom of the dark.
Sorrow, my companion,
and bitter memories of you,
like poison upon my lips.
My tears fall like the rain
on cold, unyielding stone,
upon this freezing tomb wherein you rest.
O, how I yearn to join you
in death’s sweet embrace…


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