Yearning for days of yore in elysian daydreams  Burn with a fatal gloss a confounding mirror of souls  Dance with the winterwinds in thy visions so sanguine  Glance upon Stygian streams where lies hidden a pale secrecy    Hark... lures of the siren  yearn for the days when blithe thou was    Sworn to a secrecy an arcanum devotee  Mourning a life with thee a descendance of watery argentine  Trance of thy frailty endure the exsanguine  Glance beyond closed eyelids the conundrum of all mysteries    Hark... lures of the siren  yearn for the days when blithe thou was    Crossing in life...  My heart with silver in times...  I'm weak... too weak...    Wan circling skies secretes... silvering sorrow  Precious to me Aphelion  Thou are the fields where we wither still    Exhaust in thy waning world  My Aphelion on a broken mirror  Where the veils of night and day seems as one  May thy lids gather again on a vast and frail crusade  Invigoration of pain pervation this time