There is a graveyard here,
Instilled with human fear.
For in this pallid place lie,
Those things which in us die.
And the trees they have no leaves,
And the wind blows through the eaves,
Of a long abandoned funereal structure.

I came here in my fall,
Prepared to let go of all.
To lay down at my grave,
A man no one could save.
Yet something held onto me,
A force I could not see.
A strange, unyielding spectre.

Through time I fought with him,
A grim war I could never win.
I longed for Avalon's shore,
This world I cared for no more.
Yet it was not meant to be;
I could not be set free.
Never to leave this mortal coil.

'twas over time I came to roam,
Far from the place I called my home.
Yet though my feet tread the world 'round,
My heart remained sunk to the ground.
The world's sights held no appeal;
The scarcely even seemed real.

Over time I faded too,
This weary wanderer;
This time-worn fool.
And often I felt to falter,
There were times I died,
But, gripped by my spectre,
Was forced up, though I cried:

"It has not been easy, I cannot persist!
Release me, no longer on life insist!
This existence could not have been meant;
Neither was it from Heaven sent!
Creature of Hell, I know thy name!
Melan Choly, release me from my pain!"