Lyric Shine of lethe

I m here,
the mist around the trees.
And I m still here,
dancing through the skies of nevermore.

And I can feel your heat
by the ancient stone,
where you rest and sleep.
(Call me Lethe)

And I m lust,
covered by the early hoarfrost.
And I m shame,
standing in the water of pain.

Created to soar the darkest mystery...
Created to bleed and wither inside...
And I dream you in deepest forest...
And I ll walk when the night goes on...
And I ll wait all the black ravens,
through my spirit, body and my mind.

And I m here,
till the moonlight guiles my eyes.

And I m shroud.
Ode into the darkness...
Ode into the wind.
And I m despondency.
And with her beauty, with her regal -
Lethe... It shines, it shines.