By Night's silent tumult enraptured
   My soul hath the empty pervaded
Its whispered sweet nothings hath captured
  The black symphonies I've created
To echo the nightmares of daybreak
  To mirror the demons reveling
To sing of the sorrow and heartache
  To write of the end times foretelling
Mine a thorn of oblivion's rose
  Drawing blood to my lips I conclude
'Tis but her mental ****** of crows
  That to my suicide do allude