In the chambers deep, where shadows weave A symphony of echoes lost, a tailsman's creed Melodic silence calls them forth, from crypts unseen Candles flicker in the nocturnal haze, a specter's dream.
Amor mortis, the sweet paradox enshrined, In ashen lullabies quietly redefine The heart bears kisses from the abyssal void, A dance with phantoms, gentle and devoid.
The void does not hunger, yet it cradles despair A serenade lies within, of the sweet and hostile air.
Symbiotic echoes, harmonize then betray, In symphonies dark, the heart sways.