I was there when the sky breathed contempt Blood-stained clouds spat on black cloth And the air smelled like stifled ash
Silhouettes, veneered by the struggling moonlight Danced at one another, angered by dying passion Tears washed lips that hissed bitter good-byes Leaving the salt to burn the cracks
I tried to tell him to run, tried to save him from his end But my words, the echoed whispers amongst the cries, found no ears And her tides swept his sacrificial shores out And drowned them clean of pious charity
I used to dwell in the depths of carnage And without his grace, i flourished in darkness
So I called the rain here today... The last eulogy to the ghosts I've hidden away A person, the boy, that man I could have been. But I'll fight to believe there's a possibility To live eternally, as an idea, as an ideal, in a memory So live in obscurity, while I wait... I'm just waiting to be remembered. Remember...