Halls of Awaiting - PrologueIn the Halls of Awaiting
"Beyond enchanted sea, wistful is my sleep
Darkness by my side; through the dreary night
Will you follow me, through eternity
To another world, to the quiet halls..."
"In the Halls of Awaiting", Insomnium, 2002.
When the living depart; do you believe a heart lives on?
What if, when a soul dies, their heart must cling to a single being: their single most precious thing they leave behind?
What if the endless twilight of the afterlife cannot be faced alone; after the solemn bitterness of death? Surely a heart would grope in the fading light of their life for something to hold on to, to desperately grasp for a link back to the life they adored.