From forgotten lands I hear the voice of their chants It’s not other’s sense It’s everyone’s absence
Plead forgiveness father I could not stand the fight To defend firmly those dying ways From much of their immortality gains As I’m marching through ruins of glorious times The velvet shroud of darkness falls down And the land below it becomes A bottomless moat of blackness
All my dreams dissolved by now Life left bleeding in my soiled hands Solitude, pain… The last things left for me
As I lay into the dead leaves I cry at all remains While spirits gather around And pull me underground