Sabbat

Soaring with the winds I'll rise
Grieving with my heart, I cry.
Torn between the love I find
Waiting on the other side
Memories begin to fade
Haunting me endlessly
Sorrow felt by those who mourn
As I adopt my ethereal form.
Descending from the mortal coil
The spiral track from which I fell
Can it be you I hear
Whisper on the wind
The anguish will uplift
With the voice.
The voice of time.
Thine own soul still true to thee
Endorsing heartfelt miseries.
Like the dark to a dying flame
Departing as the shadow came
In days to come you'll fly with me