Thy kingdom has been lost under the swordThe trials of
Once filled with sorrow, wondering, Only now can I conceive
All fades from meI grasp at nothingAll is dead and
Of all these things that have happened to me I
Thy love, I gather the thorns for theeTo speak the
In the day, in the nightTo all, to each thy
Her eyes they burn, black as nightLike dreams draped in
Your eyes shall burn the passion cryAs black clouds call
Emerald rays pierced the dusk that morningPainting a dull sickly
Strange way it goes Unable, to changeHurt, hurt is the
Faith, religion, leader, chaos, FearAs in future, as in past
The Skies of dark gray have vanished from my viewThe
O' Death come close thy eyes, and grant thee your
Forgive this sullen man before theeI am but a broken
O'er shores of silenceBeyond the sandsOf time and hallowed waysI
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