The souls Imelda tends to, like all in Hemlock, are immortal, with countless lives both behind and ahead. This purgatory is where souls who have gravely transgressed go for punishment and redemption. Each choice determines their next destination: escape through a final trial at the refuge, rebirth in Hemlock Vale, or further descent towards the abyss. Crucially, souls have no memory of their past lives, ensuring they act true to their current nature. Hemlock is a land of tribulation, offering no easy paths to salvation.
[Verse 1]
In hollowed crypts where shadows wail and mourn,
Ancient curses echo from the dawn.
Through tortured lives, we climb the stairs of fate,
In moonlit graves, the wraiths in silence wait.
[Chorus]
Immortal soul, on an endless, boundless flight,
Life follows death as darkness yields to light.
[Verse 2])
A raven's lament for love's blood-tainted plight,
Yet embers smoulder with a hellish, crimson light.
Through trials we falter, then rise with strength anew,
Each life a requiem, a haunting song rings true.
[Chorus]
Immortal soul, on an endless, boundless flight,
Life follows death as darkness yields to light.
[Verse 3]
Fate's pendulum swings with a mournful, creaking groan,
Karma's vengeance whispers in an icy undertone.
In catacombs of memory, where shadows creep,
Each life a tortured chapter, secrets buried deep.
[Chorus]
Immortal soul, on an endless, boundless flight,
Life follows death as darkness yields to light.
[Verse 4]
So seek ye the moonlight, though shadows may consume,
For within your spirit, a flicker yet blooms.
Through trials endured, a soul forever bound,
In moonlit cemeteries, your peace is found.
[Chorus]
Immortal soul, on an endless, boundless flight,
Life follows death as darkness yields to light.