"There are moments in death where events transcend the expected and can transform the very foundations of our existence. Where death flees the ones who seek most to embrace it only to return in another form, so familiar to us all..."
A table set for two The candles lit for one In a reunion of the two Drawn apart at the dawn when all life begun
Waking restless to dead hours The world now feels a different place Upon the fields of burning flowers (lie) the monuments of our disgrace
The breaking down of old ideals and fears too monstrous to be spoken of And the crumbling of old laws once thought that never could be broken
Broken down - and buried unto unshallow ground
Left are only broken beings Souls merely filled with emptiness Burning on the grips of an everlasting, Ever-tightening cold caress
Caressed, unblessed to a morbid life in death In a world where each breath is both mute and suppressed
Stealing empires from serpents no more As our eleventh hour has struck twelve After vain glories and false purgatories We are left only with ourselves
I watch the world now turn as if it were the same Beneath starplunging rain, under nightmares we crawl Where all is lost and nothing gained But a harsh newfound death now living deep within us all...
Where all is but a dream, a dream and yet so real Within our Hell concealed, by this unlife reclaimed I watch entire worlds fade away only to return the same...
A whole world once cut in two Now entwined as one And with breath we inhale We both live and become undone...