The Gloaming Of The Haunted Eve Lyrics

The Gloaming Of The Haunted Eve lyrics


The Wanderer:
After odysseys thro'- utter spheres
I stravaig o'er
mist-wreathed hills.
At evenfall I wander the moors,
Where the twilit
gloaming abides.

Doleful dirges ride the chilling winds and elven lights
twinkle in the dark of even. Still
the thick mists darken his pathway.
However, at random, he makes for the sonorous
rushing of torrents and the
sparkle of wills-o'-the-wisp. Thus he arrives at a torrent,
where sang a
lily-white naiad.

The Undine of the Streamlet:
Hark ye wanderer and
walk yon way,
Wander e'er more for e'er and a day,
For none did roam
these paths before,
But thine have crossed theirs 'cross the moors.


The Wanderer:
Alack! As fair as seemed the billowy moors,
So foul
was laid a snare of yours.

A wraith appears 'pon eldritch stones,
As
lurid mirages raise the torrent,
That slopes upwards to the pearlwhite
crown
Of snow and hyaline frost...

The eerie weepings, echoed
deep
For a covenant to come,
Beckon and, unredeemed,
They lurk in
their cursed slumber.

The enaidis haunt the vale of tears,
The
mirthless shades errant,--
That sojourn in the dark caverns.
Yon the
knell seems for aye.

-A night season, seething with mists,
Advances
and -the moon enshrined
Shimmers by its pale white rays
O'er the
whimsical plains of death. 

Mountains soar with eternized
crests,
Grimly silhouetted 'gainst the sky,
Like wuthering spires
'scarped by great eld
And gyred by the shroud of fog.