Darzamat - False Sleepwalker

In the dark you head towards the crossroads Where the wind blows without restraint Cold and soulless like a wax figure At times rising over the clouds You won't get here in the daytime, You won't see anything in the light of day The gale is flapping its iron wing Staring inside with its eyes like two abyssal vaults The armoured heart won't break, it'll just fall into the gulf of feelings Hundreds of nights, hundreds of days All mercilessly sad All cruelly lonely All pervaded with gloom All marked with pain Over at the sky that never ever dawns Fell clouds of pallid spectres spellbinding shadows bleak Eyes so dark that you need to turn away lest you fall into the void Murk seeps in every night, of blackness made, in coldness carved A swarm of morbid phantasms is teeming in your thoughts Their deathly hands upon your brow The sleepless flock pushing at you Leering at you