Did someone strive to stop him? No, they ran and didn't even try
Even though the dead were all gathered, already the cast was die
And so he went to them, beguiled, to their cloistered sirens' din
Down desolate corridors, where the dead memories lured him in
Morbid abandoned lodge, of the wandering ghosts, upon the hill
Enthralled his unhinged haunted mind and then they had their fill
Malevolent conjurations mocked and led him in a danse macabre
Opening his forgotten inner sanctums, all laid bare by their petard
Remembering nothing now, he talks to ghosts in haunted mirrors
In the reflective depths a slipknot manifests as he slowly simmers
Enduring dead memories in nightmares, he can't escape the past
So somewhere the wraiths are awaiting, for his die is already cast
