Pale Divine - Phantasmagoria

Awaken with you beneath the old oak tree
In deaths dream kingdom our eyes finally meet
Lost in the context of creations design
In the illusion that we were ever alive
Come the cold mourning, the ritual of light
Suffering serves me, embrace what is mine
At one with the eternal, lost stars align
Return my rightful place at your side
I look to the moon as she drowns me in earth
Forever in darkness I wait
She sang me her song as I walked through the haze
Enchanted, bewitched and betrayed
Trapped in the paradox and horror of this life
Lost in creations design
Against all nature, her will to survive
In the illusion that we were ever alive
She had my consent as she told me her lies
As I lay on a bed of decay
Asleep but awake as I cry out in vain
Enchanted, bewitched and betrayed