Shrouded in Light

The ghostly figure with colorless skin I am no enemy, I am no ghoul Like gelded by lightning, her halo of light Scintillating over them Follow my lead through the mountains of glass Do not be afraid of the valley of doom With ivory clouds and its silvery sky Thousand raptures beyond thought A velvety flower with black thorns and leaves Shaped like a flaming heart, elegant like a lark Bowing before the wolves and Caroline Greeting and thanking for their arrival A colossal massive gate of steel and rotten wood Rattlesnakes and giant bugs And so, the ghostly figure muttered at a monolith Opening the gate Giant moths, dirt, and dust inside the darkened hall A freezing wind is blowing snow Several mirrors reflecting the trail And the echo of a waterdrop Hundreds of golems with tendrils and leaves Slaves of their nature they rise Five-meter creatures with wings made of grass In unison they roared the scripts of the dead