A great song by Samael from their album Passage.

Enchained to a shadow of the past
he walks the path of life
following the same quest, like a ghost
silly lover, silly romance,
how pathetic
constant, permanent, disenchantment
She'll be called Moonskin
and she will have the beauty of the marble
hair dancing like flames
around her snow-white shape
Enchained to the Venus spell
he left the reason behind
defiling the garden,
forcing the passage
going to the bottom, to steal the end
to shake, to shake death's hand
Once again illusion fades away, once again he's falling
as the milky stream of life goes dying
She was called Moonskin
now she's no more, but a round
bright sphere
in his night
floating in a timeless place
Enchained to a shadow of the past
he walks the path of life
carrying that old story like a cross
on which he will, on which he may
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