Shivering limbs with shadows still
The room is a masquerade
For empty robes and beaten bones
Dancing with their silent blades.

Don’t turn your head to the silent dead
They hear the fear you breathe,
Close your eyes; say your goodbyes,
Soon you’ll go underneath.

Here I stay and I await
Your soul to leave your shell,
For you, my love, have yet to burn
In the flames of my own hell.