Pale Memories from Seagrave by Nuclear Winter

Where is the shimmer of evil?
We come and we turn from the fiery day
and peer into the indefinite unshapen night.

With vacant gloaming, sad as half-lit minds,
The weak-limned hour when the sick men's sighs are drained.
We feel the obscurity of an order.
And the day stains with what seems to be more than the sun.

Sometimes like a pale grey fog they drift.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams
like forgotten melodies.
Only half remembered,
There in my heart, you moved among them.
and, in this same light in the evening air,
I felt the spell that held my breath.

Sometimes they haunt our dreams
I felt the spell that held my breath.

But only a host of phantom listeners
that dwelt in the lone house then,
stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight.
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
longing to put the pale memories out of mind.

Here now we forget each other and ourselves
from a knowledge that which was arranged.
Despairs hand would make me seek
the lonely tomb and pass by the waters.

Sometimes like a pale grey fog they drift.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams
like forgotten melodies.
Only half remembered,
There in my heart, you moved among them x2

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