I ask myself in this absence of dawn
As the cold wind howls the tragedy of my pain
And the mourning sun weeps from the barrow
In memory of golden aeons aflame
“How long must I travel this pathless flight?
How long until the sun riseth again?”
I weep before the ashes of our fallen Elysium
“Take me now, thine blessed hells of my dismay!”
A grieving gaze from the apex
With despairing cry
Weakened and forlorn
In the arms of this fateful night
O’ dreaded winter hours
Enshroud me in your mist
Fill this deathless ocean with tears
Caress me now this bitter breath
Where no shed of light dare pierce
A gallery of forsaken tracks
The echoing voice behind these closing walls
Where demons cloud my waking view
And a deeper shade of darkness falls…
Watching as the earth fell silent
Through the stillness of empty eyes
A stream of weakness and defeat
Spilled from the veins
of these blood-burnished skies
With no words to escape my lips
A grieving gaze from the apex
With despairing cry
Weakened and forlorn
In the arms of this fateful night
O’ dreaded winter hours
Enshroud me in your mist
Fill this deathless ocean with tears
Caress me now this bitter breath
Where no shed of light dare pierce
A gallery of forsaken tracks
Her fading voice within these closing walls
Where the angel decays in my dying view
And a deeper shade of darkness falls…