Passing from Fane by Ante-Inferno

As a child I almost died. My skin became cold,
my heart slowed to an imperceptible patter
And the breath froze in my lungs.
They dug a grave for me.
But I was not dead. In a way, I was sleeping.

And in my sleep, I had a vision.
By my bedside stood a figure, in the shape of a man.
It seldom moved. But I knew it was waiting for something.
For weeks it stood there in silence. And then it was gone.

For many years I never saw it again
Till last week,
Standing by my window, it seemed to beckon me outside.
I shut my eyes tight. “Please, leave me alone.”
Seven nights later, it is still there, watching.

And in my dreams, frigid hands grasp at my throat.
I wake up cold. Its eyes, aglow in the darkness, pierce me.
And when the wind rattles in the rafters, it calls my name.

• Atmospheric Black Metal
• Black Metal
• Depressive Black Metal
• English Black Metal
• Metal
• Scarborough