In the crimson castle, and from the wall
hangs a picture of happiness.
A picture of happiness!

There, swept before my eyes was
all that I'd held dear
Life is an ongoing procession (since then)
an everlasting funeral.
Have I escaped
the assault of the world
merely to end
in this prison of sorts?
Do you understand -
- I gave up my salvation
for this toxic abomination!

All that remains
all that I still understand
is that I have to hold this wake
before the image of former welfare

...over this sorry state
sober, yet wandering away
in a delirious wake

Autumnal sorrow's play
My crimson castle clad in dismay
Here I hold an eternal wake
(o'er past mistakes...)

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