The Death of Hours

A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night
So tired, so restless under an ominous light
I found myself in thoughts of dying
Shivering in bitter dismay
I see you there and I wonder why
The silence does not break

(The silence does not break)
(Shivering in bitter dismay)
(I found myself in thoughts of dying)

The morrow-winds
Shall blow no more
So many pale moons ago
A flower of death did grow

A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night
So tired, so restless under an ominous light
You find yourself in thoughts of dying
Shivering in bitter dismay
I see you there and I wonder why
The silence does not break, break

(A closing sanctuary)
(Shivering in bitter dismay)
(I found myself in thoughts of dying)

To blossom in the deepest of black
And thus we die to flower again

"I keep your memory near my heart
My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star
Till long life over, I too depart
To the infinite night where perhaps you are"

A rupture through the dirty glass
Cutting myself to behold another spring

So I became the exile
Unable to love
Smiling at death and unite with my solitude
To finally turn the blooded page

I pray these tears will end soon
But you just left me lying here
I wasn't ready for the world
Still, I was thrown in there