Tasteless soul drawn from the empty skies, drawn from the sorrowful midst of fog. Drawn to escape the night of curse, to be free from the latch that darkness brings. Oh, tasteless soul how empty is your lantern to guide your way through the night. Traveller of the weak minded, traveller who has given in. Tasteless wisdom in a bite of your tongue, reveal your weakness for you will succumb. How sad, how dark will your nights be with all that has left but, your beautiful wreck.