I am the phantom you please to see   Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me   I occurred beside the magic pawn   Omnious, is this fading dawn   I am the scenary, the one who smite   I was always meant to avoid this light   Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash   And escaped what now is layed in ash   You starvers you have seen   Nevermore will you look upon the preen   Illusionary palace, glory in a curl   Wretched faces of a dead world...   They, the dust, have now gone.   For the lord of them will be the one   that broke their wings, and kissed their horns   Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns.   Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more...   The moving figures   my undressed lust   Their tempting eyes with their silver dust   Mine to behold like the flap of my soul   Dead skin prison.   Dead...   Stiff...   Cold...